We needed someone cultured and imaginative who would be interesting as a person as well as a stud. Older rather than younger. Which is how, after thos... months browsing, we chose Nils.Nils was a Danish businessman with his own export-import company. Having lived in Paris for many years, he spoke flawless French with only the smallest trace of accent. He told us he was sixty-two and had been a widower for the last seven years. His suggestion was Sunday lunch at L’Angélique near the Chateau at. I hadn't even seen the neighbour, I didn't know if she was avoiding me or whether it was just we hadn't crossed paths. About a fortnight later, I once again noticed the window open one morning as I was getting ready for work, suddenly my spirit was lifted and so was my cock, I hadn't bothered with it much since my show. I went off to work hoping the day would pass quickly and I would be able to put on another show for the neighbour. All day long I thought of nothing else but putting on a show. . it fucking purred. That fucking cat never fucking purred, well never for me. I fed the fucking thing prime fucking tuna and all it fucking did for me was scratch me, bite me and piddle or shit in the fucking corner of my flat when it needed to point out to me my particular shortcomings as a fucking pet owner, when I was never even a fucking pet owner in the first fucking place.It must’ve been an automatic reaction, I dunno what made me do it, I just reached out with a tentative digit to. His wide-open asshole was begging me to get fucked but his asshole was too much spread because of Abbu’s fucking. I can’t even reach the depth of his asshole it was too wide open.While fucking, I notice mom and Abbu are not present in the room and left me with Pankaj. I hold his hair and start fucking him harder. He was moaning very loudly and enjoying it with me. After 20 minutes of fucking, I cum inside his asshole. I asked him to shit it out and eat it which he obeyed.I was still angry at.