Her tits were honey coloured and the nipples were like Kabul grapes. I slowly pulled her to me and we started to kiss, first slowly and then with love... I left my hand roam over her naked body and massaged her sensitive parts as she moaned and held me tight. I went down to her tits and after a feast there, I chewed her smooth arm pits. Ahhhhhhh she moaned as I slid down through her hip folds to her pussy. I slowly lifted her right leg over my shoulder, as I knelt down before her and she fixed. Although the houses are packed tightly together we don't really act very neighbourly to each other. We're all busy professionals with busy lives and we keep ourselves pretty much to ourselves.There is a girl called Anna who lives about ten houses down the road from me. Like me, she's a runner; not the type of runner that runs because she needs to lose some weight. Oh no. She's fast, fit, has the world's most perfect ass and a pair of breasts that could not possibly be real. I've spent so much. I am 29 years old and of 5.5 height. I am excited to share my recent encounter with my 31-year-old divorced colleague Dian.Let me get started. I and Dian were working in the same company and she was in my team working under me. Dian is 31 years old. She is fair in complexion and has the right amount of flesh at the right places. Her stats must be 34C with a well-curved structure.She was gorgeous with good physic. Dian was married with two kids. Everyone was crazy about Dian for her bumpy back. Flower flirted with me from the first time she saw me, giggling and running away to gossip with the other village women. An American GI were both an oddity and a prize. My two cohorts stayed vigilant but outside the village not wanting to become familiar.Once I was accepted as a ‘good GI’, [The North has told people we roasted and ate babies] the people of the village seemed to welcome me into their midst and Sunny and Flower made it known that I was welcome in their hut whenever I was in their.