Hey... is it okay if my first time is with an old lady?" Memories of a summer day when I stood up and backed into a hole in the wall with the girl in the next room

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One day, a hole appeared in the wall separating the room I lived in from the room next door.... Listening to the sounds of life coming through the thin walls of the ramshackle apartment, I began to communicate with the woman who lived next door. And then, I had a standing back with the woman in the next room through the hole in the wall.