I wouldn’t do that but in reality, I did.She was pretty in a girly kind of way, I knew her name was Jennifer (Probably Jen or Jenny to her friends) ...nd she’d given me her mobile number. I was so stunned by being found out when she gave me her number, I didn’t offer her my name in return. I thought; well, no harm was done, she doesn’t know who I am or have my contact details. I breathed a sigh of relief, no backlash or consequence for me to worry about.Then I thought again; for how long did she. She couldn't agree more. She had grown up in this building and managed it since she was 19, and over the past 42 years there had been a steady decline in the quality of people renting here. Many of them she would never have even considered renting to back when her mother was still alive. But times were hard, the neighborhood was in decline, so now she rented to anyone and still had difficulty keeping the place more than two thirds full at any one time.She was seriously considering selling the. As I pulled my T-shirt out of my cut-off jeans shorts, and over my head, she did likewise. Her bright pink bikini didn't cover very much. Small triangles of material barely contained her firm, full breasts. When she turned away from me to throw her T-shirt down into the cabin, I saw that her bikini briefs, while being more substantial than a thong, still exposed a good deal of her firm tanned bottom cheeks. "Here, let me do your back," she said, taking the bottle from my hands and starting to. I take care not to touch you there; not yet. I continue my massage, using gentle pressure to ease your stresses, before moving on to your other leg and repeating the actions. Again, I take care to leave your cunt well alone, though you watch my eyes and see my focus rarely moves from that area of your body, which is crying out for attention. Resuming our kiss, I begin to strip besides you, removing my shirt and trousers, our lips only breaking contact when absolutely necessary. Slipping behind.