When her third deadbeat husband ran off, he left her with nothing but a bun in the oven and the apartment building. Donna had never had much luck with...men, or anything in general. She had been knocked up in high school and had two more kids before the age of 25, each child having a different father that was never in the picture. She hadn’t even bothered paying any attention to the building until about ten years ago because it was a crap shack to say the least. That’s not to say it didn’t have. At first i thought it was to get to know me but now i look back i guess it was the start of our flirting.where you going this weekend,got a steady girlfriend ------you know the routine.so i was happy to hear mr campbell was long gone.divorced that is not dead.i had just bought a red alfa romero sport and was driving into the car park as mrs campbell was locking hers.she smiled and waited for me.i love the car she said,you must take me for a drive.so thats how i ended up here .well not. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing slowly and deeply. I slid my thumbs into her waistband. She lifted up to assist me, and I quickly pulled both panties and hose down her legs and off her feet. I guess that I was afraid that she might change her mind.I kissed her ankles. Very slowly I worked my way up her legs, kissing and gently licking. When I reached her thighs, she separated them -- just a little a first and then wider. Her breath was beginning to come in little gasps. I continued. "Yeah, I thought. They were going to "turn in" to the beast with two backs!Well, that was OK by me. We all said our swift goodnights and Tad gathered up his clothing and escorted me down the hall. Most of my clothing was elsewhere -- still in the kitchen, maybe? But who needs clothing?I stripped off Tad's jockey shorts again -- it was the only item of clothing he'd put back on -- and we both got into the shower stall in the guest bathroom. It wasn't very big -- it was one of those abbreviated.