Well he started kissing at her and pecking at her like a nervous old hen as soon as they were in the bedroom and it all went in that particular direction quick enough. She reckoned he’d definitely done it once or twice before but not a lot more than that which was saying something given he was forty-five years old. At least that’s what he was passing himself off as but then again she was passing herself as twenty-seven. He was grey about the chest hairs that made it feel like he was old. They were wiry and sprung tight.
