I moaned again as he grabbed my full lower lip in his teeth and pulled. He started kissing me hard, his lips covering mine and his tongue snaking into...my mouth and thrusting against my tongue. He squeezed my hip hard and thrust his hips into my body so I could feel his long, hard cock against my wet pussy lips. I struggled to free my wrists from his strong hands so I could get to that cock that I wanted so bad but he smiled and held tight and wouldn't let me go…"You want something, bitch? Then. Time to change my agent but that would have to wait. Groping for my keys that were stuck in my pocket, I calculated that I had enough time to screw Greta, pack my bag and make it to the airport. That was if there was no traffic on the way….. Greta was even better without clothes. Her body was soft and hard in all the right places. A pair of legs that loved wrapping themselves around my neck when I stuck my tongue into her pussy and a pair of tits that bounced when she sat on top of me. . how do you feel about coming back to our place?” you ask her with a smile. She takes a minute to think and replies, “Sounds like something we all need. I’d love to.”We quickly finish our drinks and head out to our car. “Ladies, you can ride in the back seat,” you tell us with a wink as you open the back door. We climb into the back seat and sit right next to each other. As you get into the car, you look in the rear view mirror to find us already making out. “Fuck that’s hot,” I hear you. All I know is, Mrs. Evans is a divorcee and had been for several years before moving into the block. I guessed her to be in her early to mid sixties, I found out later that I was wrong by almost ten years, she was actually in her early seventies. Mrs. Evans, Hazel, is an attractive lady with short, blonde hair. The few times I've seen her is when we've passed on the corridor or in the street. Last week I was walking past her flat, heading for the supermarket when she came out and asked me.