The other flats were closed. I took an overnight bus, and he picked me up in the morning. I was so horny and already wet, thinking of his cock. But du... to the virus, I couldn’t kiss him. I sanitized myself and sat on the bike.While riding, his dick had got hard due to the cold winds and was making a tent in his track pants. I pulled his dick out and was giving him a handjob. We reached the building, and he took the elevator. It was at 4 am. As soon as we got in the lift, he pulled me and kissed. Maybe it was that I was just aware of her now and was consciously looking for her. Regrettably, she would always tell me to get lost in the most colloquial (but not very lady like) of terms every-time I tried to chat her up. I think if it were today, I would probably have been called a stalker, as I would swing past her house every chance I got, trying to catch a glimpse of her. I think I would be safe in saying Jean wasn’t too enamoured with my efforts to win her favour. But she had stolen my. Just after they had gotten married, they chose a modest home at the edge of "Knob Hill" the ritzy part of the city. They could have afforded the hugest and most gaudy house there, but it wasn't them.They wanted something nice. Large enough to occasionally build a gathering of friends. Large enough to accommodate them and perhaps a few children. But not so large it was ostentatious.Together they found a nice property. Well, they had found it with Stan's help. Stan ... he was always omnipresent.. His eyes, his nose, his mouth… all of it seemed somehow weird and out of proportion. Like he wasn’t a real person or something. But what happened next really freaked us out. The man leaned over into the car and grinned at us… not a friendly smile, no. More like a menacing grin as if he knew something that we didn’t. The man’s face started to twist and contort, taking on a truly horrific appearance. His mouth kept stretching inhumanly wide, and his eyes seemed to get bigger, as if they were.