The deck was great too with sun cots, a telescope for night sky gazing, a table, and assorted chairs. I was admiring the view of the well-lighted pond...and pretty gazebo beyond the terrace when I felt Mister Wheelers hands reach around to the front of my waist. He unfastened my belt and unzipped my jeans. I did not move or say anything. My jeans were pulled down with the undies being dragged down in the same motion. I felt age 50-something fingers feeling up my 27 year old slit and ass. My back. His fleshy lips were manipulating me into ecstasy, his insistent tongue flicking my clit, his pussy juice coated fingers playing in my vagina. It felt as if he was trying to swallow me and I floated along with it. Riding the waves of desire as he caressed and sucked and flicked me into an orgasm. I wrapped my thighs tightly around his baldhead and bucked my hips in time with his fingers fucking me. I put my own fist in my mouth as I moaned and grunted through a long orgasm, one in which I was. I raised my eyebrow and reached up to his belt to undo it when he grabbed my hands pulling me up onto his chest. Not like this, Lauren. I dont just want you for sex. He kissed me passionately, slipping his tongue into my mouth and, upon meeting mine, they danced like lovers do. As I sat on his lap I could feel his bulge. I let my hands roam down his arms and across his chest. I started to unbutton his shirt, kissing down his neck, then chest. I kissed every piece of new flesh I revealed until I. We'd spent a couple days partying with them when Amber asked me about moving. Her brother told her that the people that lived below him and Greg were moving.Amber and I met with the landlord a couple days later. He showed us around the lower-flat, asking us what we thought. Amber and I giggled when we told him we would take it. It wasn't the fact that the flat was something special. It was because Greg and Larry lived upstairs.While we toured the flat the landlord told us he owned several.