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the old man chuckled. “Really, grandpa, can I share in what is making you so happy?” The lady asked while smiling broadly. She soon joined the old man and pecked his cheek before sitting close to him and collected the book from him. “This looks very old,” she said when she saw the language the book was written in. “Indeed, the book is older than your grandmother and I, but it was her favorite… and your mother too. They loved the story a lot.”

I groaned, rolling my eyes. “I’m more shameless than my brother, if you really want to know,” he said, sliding an arm around my shoulders and leaning closer, his breath hot against my ear. “And I love older women. Younger girls… they don’t have the experience. They don’t know what to do.” He clicked his tongue. “The older ones know exactly what they want.” I pushed him back with a laugh, though I gave him a look. “And I love men older than me,” I said smoothly, meeting his eyes with a knowing smile. “The younger ones have no experience.”

An older couple sat in the armchairs by the fireplace, holding hands and gazing contentedly into the flames. "Fuck this rain isn't going to stop anytime huh?," Sitting across her, a young man with short brown hair groaned with a sigh. He had been trapped in this bookshop for the past two hours. He had beautiful brown eyes and a feminine look complemented by his full red lips.

He was the best father in the world. "Thank you, Dad." She rolled her eyes. "And sleep well like a baby." She called out as Julian walked into the island house. Tessa let out a light chuckle. "You bother him too much." "That old man." Maribel smiled. "I know he likes Bianca, but just pretending not to. He doesn't want me to know that an old man like him is involved in romance." Tessa chuckled again. "He's not in any way close to old, Bel."

"What's the broad grin for PJ?" I take her in my arms again and tell her, "I just realized I have fallen in love with my own Aunt, and I'm okay with that. Are you?" "Oh, Peter, of course I am. After the way you both rescued me and made love to me multiple times, how could it be any way else?" I kiss her tenderly and then pull her into a long hug. We hear a 'Harrumph' from behind us. We look and see an older couple in probably their Seventies. They move down the line to get into their car. He helps her into the car and then leans down for a quick peck on the lips. He stands smiling, gives me a wink, gets in himself, and they drive away.

"Deep down, I am a person who likes romantic gestures more. For example, you can give me a bunch of flowers every morning. It doesn't matter if it's roses, daisies, carnations, or lilies. Wildflowers which are unable to be recognized by names are fine as well. I can even not have any food as long as I have the scent of flowers. Haha. Are you thinking that a fifty-year-old woman like me is a little unreasonable? But I just like flowers!" "No, no, no, nothing like that, Gloria." James was suddenly overjoyed. He suddenly understood that he managed to maintain his composure and put on airs, but the old woman could no longer keep calm anymore. As expected, it's actually easier for older women to

Now, she had found a new love, someone who had captured her heart deeply. As for Bob, she used to think he was outstanding. However, now he seemed like an old man—silent, domineering, and always putting up a front before her. Her new love was young, good-looking, and had a great physique. He knew how to sweet talk to make her happy. Not only that, the young man was energetic, bringing her joy that Bob, the soft and weak old man, could never provide. Moreover, Bob now had another woman and a son.

Was I not doing a good job? Then he demanded, “Open up. Wide.” When I opened my mouth, he slipped his côck inside, going further than before. “Sûck me.” . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other books!!! All are completed. Dark Mafia Romance. Arrange Marriages. Enemies to Lovers. Blackmails. And Anti-heroes with OTT possessiveness and highly morally grey characters. BOOKS: BRIDE TO BE. CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance

“Child, you never know where you will meet that special one in your life. How much older is he?” “He is older than my father, in his mid-forties.” Pocha patted her hand. “That’s nothing. When your father and I were children, the village girls often married men much older than that, it was normal then. Anyway, I think a young woman should be with an older man.” “Why do you say that?” “Young men might be stronger and better looking, but an older man knows how to please a woman, and he is often more faithful. He has had his time to perfect his bed manors, so to say.”