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d***ken neighbor

I’ll admit it, I’m a horn dog. If she wears a skirt and over 18 years old, I’m interested in separating her from her underwear. My personal likes will take a back seat if it means getting fucked. But like all of us there are things that I like better than others. The first time I saw my neighbor was from the window of my bedroom. I lived in an upper apartment and she was moving into the one across the hall from me. All I could see was that she had short curly hair and sounded like a bitch! She was skinny too and I have found that skinny women usually have ugly pussies. At the time I was getting laid regularly and wasn’t really interested. I didn’t see much of her, just the occasional nod of recognition passing in the hall. She had one of those unremarkable faces that didn’t stand out and her clothes were not very flattering, she didn’t dress badly but like I said she was unremarkable. One day I was coming out of the nearby grocery store and she must have recognized me because she stopped me and we talked for a while before she asked to borrow some money. All I had was a five, which after some hesitation I gave her. I had some additional errands to run so I left and went about my business. When I got home she was just getting back and she had a bag in her hand which held a pint of booze, gin was her drink of choice, me I prefer beer and the occasional shot of Tullamore Dew Irish Whiskey. I followed her up the stairs, carrying a 12 pack of Miller Light. About a week later I ...

... hear a knock on the door, answer it and standing there was my neighbor who introduced herself as Chris. Thought for a moment I was getting my five dollars back but she wanted to borrow money. I told her I didn’t have any money and besides she still owed me money. The brazen bitch then asked for a beer! I gave her a beer and told her to have a nice day. Big mistake! She had found a new friend and knocked on the door the next day, first wanting a loan and then asking for a beer. I lied to her and told her I was out of beer and money. For the next two days I avoided answering the door and wished that she would go away. She didn’t. On the third day I was off of work and bought another 12 pack. She must have heard me coming up the stairs and spied on me through the peep hole because I had not even put the beer away before her now familiar knock came on the door. I was ready this time, when she asked for money I told her no because she already owed me money and when she asked for a beer I also told her I wasn’t a bar and to go away. It worked for about an hour. She once again knocked on my door and when I answered it she says, “I really need a drink.” I looked at her and said, “Well, I really need a blow job, it looks like neither one of us is going to get what we want.” While she thought about it, I started to close the door, before she said, “Wait. I’ll do it for a 6 pack.” I closed the door in her face. Ten minutes later she knocked again, when I answered the door, she stood there ...