Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)He was bent forward as he sat on the sofa by the shear force and strength of the coughing in fit. Feeling that someone had punched him hard in the chest. Such was its violence that Mr Peter's hadn't even noticed or heard that his young visitor had entered his home. Finally after what had seemed like an age the coughing slowly began to subside. Becoming less and less frequent. His breathing slowly getting back to normal. His chest nolonger felt as if it was about to exploded at anymore. Finally on sitting up straight and wiping away the tears from his eyes the old man became aware off the beautiful young lady standing opposite him. Asking if he was ok with a worried expression written across her pretty face. To be honest the first thing Mr Peter's had focused on was her nice round firm breasts and only then slowly up moving up to her face when he heard her speak in a sweet voice.
"Oh my it must be worse than I feared. I must have died and gone to heaven. Why else would there be a beautiful angel standing in my room?" He asked with a cheeky smile clutching his chest as if he had suffered a heart attack. He recognised the young lady who had moved into one off the apartments down the corridor from him a few weeks ago.
"Don't worry my dear I'm perfectly fine. A lifetime off bad habits and abusing my body that's all. Let it be a lesson too you too take care off yourself" He spoke with a soft gentle English accent. The year long trip around America had been extended by almost forty years after the whirlwind romance and marriage too his late wife. Even thou a great deal off time had past since then he still found that his accent was a conversation starter.
"Could I please trouble you for a glass of water before you go?" He politely asked noting the several bags of shopping she had left by the doorway. "I don't want to hold you up any longer" he continued giving a warm smile.
"Oh my it must be worse than I feared. I must have died and gone to heaven. Why else would there be a beautiful angel standing in my room?" He asked with a cheeky smile clutching his chest as if he had suffered a heart attack. He recognised the young lady who had moved into one off the apartments down the corridor from him a few weeks ago.
"Don't worry my dear I'm perfectly fine. A lifetime off bad habits and abusing my body that's all. Let it be a lesson too you too take care off yourself" He spoke with a soft gentle English accent. The year long trip around America had been extended by almost forty years after the whirlwind romance and marriage too his late wife. Even thou a great deal off time had past since then he still found that his accent was a conversation starter.
"Could I please trouble you for a glass of water before you go?" He politely asked noting the several bags of shopping she had left by the doorway. "I don't want to hold you up any longer" he continued giving a warm smile.