Golden tan. Large boobs. Pouty lips. And eyes the color of chocolate. Yummy, I thought, as I took her face in my hands and passionately kiss the stran...er. I slid my hands down her body, unbuttoning her shirt, and massaging her ample breasts. Her body melted against mine, and for a few moments, I lost track of time. That is, until … “Bitch!” You grabbed my hair and tossed me aside as if I was a rag doll. “I do believe I said kiss her, did I not?” You knelt down beside me, your still-raging cock. And then a hand landed on his shoulder and the smile dissapeared. With a firm squeeze, the fat man was gestured away and backed up a step to reveal a thin man with a large mustache and big glasses. He was older, thinning up top, and wearing some cheap cologne, but stepped past with authority and held out a hand to me. I instinctively reached out my own. I knew he was going to take care of me and escort me out. As we clasped hands, his vice like grip squeezed down on my hand very hard,. However, I always took care, not to be confrontational, and hence the shorts as a backstop.Let me introduce Dagmar, our nearest neighbour at the time. We lived in a six-apartment block, two units per level, with the top level at street level, and the other two levels descending down the hill. We all had glorious views of Sydney Harbour, the bridge, and the Opera House. Dagmar lived next door, on the same level as us, down some steps from the street, and our off-street parking.She was fiftyish,. I got between her legs and started to lick at her gorgeous pussy. She was completely shaved and had the prettiest pussy lips. Her pussy was tiny and looked so good. I licked her cunt up and down and brushed my tongue all along her clit. When I was doing that, she started to grind into my face. “That’s it, Robbie. Keep playing with my clit. Oh God, just like that. Fuck that feels so good.” I moved in circles over her clit. She moaned and groaned, while I gave her swollen clit the attention.