They’d met through a senior’s dating site and the attraction had been instant, their mutual sexual desires soon obvious. Indeed, Sheila made it clear what she wanted during their first lunch, inviting Albert back to her cottage.
“It’s been a long time,” she said, opening her legs.
“For me, too,” he said, grateful to be erect without a blue pill’s help.
Easing up and down her tight but moist tunnel, Albert smiled in proud satisfaction as Sheila panted beneath him, bountiful chest heaving, eyes tightly closed.
“Sorry,” she gasped, reaching to a bedside table. “Damn asthma. I need my inhaler.”
