She could be my daughter, he thought and put his finger on her shoulder and let it wander over her body.
Yes, this was what everyone might think of me, of us.
Maybe she will be my last lover, before I really get old.
He took a deep breath.
But never mind, never mind. He liked especially that she was talking so much. He never was sure if this was her age or the unsecurity, but for him it was like music. He liked to listen, but did not pay attention to what she was actually saying, but just made noises of agreement or astonishment, just as the situation required. He also liked to bring her presents, as she was always so delighted.
My little adventure he thought and was pleased with himself. And also with the fact, that this would only last for a while.
Yes.
He sighed with delight and smiled and she turned around and asked, hey, what is going on, I am telling you about my exams and you are smiling!