Then she was on top, spread eagled over me as she manoeuvred herself upwards, it was her special delight to nestle over me, letting me enjoy and take ...n her gorgeous curves and the magic of her femininity as she gently massaged my face with the moistness of her wonderfully stimulating burgundy thong. Teasing me but not letting me see her beneath, not yet! It was one of the things we had both discovered of our enjoyment of each other, it was a very intimate thing to do and just to sniff the. It seemed the gang was shaking the place down, demanding money from the owner. If they had been professional we might have had a peaceful meeting in private, exchanging respect, and explain the facts of life without any excessive bloodshed and broken bones. But that did not happen.Two guys, the president and maybe his “heavy” bodyguard, went to the counter to see the owner. They were loud and talked like they were reading a bad movie script. Meanwhile, two guys who looked like Dumb and Dumber. He just got annoyed with me a lot, and it got worse as I got older. It only took one of us to flare up, and the other would explode. Smacking was illegal as I grew up, but tell that to my dad. To be fair, I think the occasional slap on the butt or back of the head might’ve been the only thing to snap me out of it sometimes. I didn’t mean to be difficult, I just got carried away. I got this bad idea in my head, that when I got older, I’d ‘stand up to him’. I was probably around 12 when I was. After the dog walk I took to sitting in my garden facing the direction of her balcony. I would read my newspaper keeping an eye out for any chance she may want to get topless! One fine morning as usual she was sat taking in the suns rays as I passed. I proceded to take my seat in the garden to have a read. She stood up, moved to the balcony rail giving me a spectacular view of her bikini clad body. After a minute or two she vanished into the apartment. A few seconds later the blinds of the.