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d***ken neighbor

... and said, “For two and you forget the five dollars?” I replied, “OK” and let her in. I grabbed a pillow, sat in my chair and put the pillow on the floor in front of me. Told her she had to do the deed first before she got paid. I undid my pants as she dropped to her knees and started playing with my half hard cock. Took a moment or two before she got me fully hard and then she went to town. I had the TV on while she was sucking me off which kept me distracted and she got off the pole a couple of times, to catch her breath before I grabbed the back of her head and f***ed it down again. When I was ready to cum I grabbed her head with both hands, f***ed my cock to the back of her throat and gagged her as I unloaded. When I let her go, she jerked her head up and there was cum at the corners of her mouth and a humiliated look on her face. I handed her a paper towel to wipe her mouth off while I got her the promised beers. I handed them to her and guided her out the door. I didn’t see her for a couple of weeks and figured I was done with her and happy to be so. I was wrong. I was leaving to go to work when she opened her door and almost fell out into the hall. She looked like shit. She was disheveled and dirty and smelled of urine. Having the kind of manners that I do, I told her she looked and smelled like hell. She said that she had been d***k the entire weekend and needed help. She asked me to call an ambulance, which I did and they hauled her away. She was standing in her ...

... doorway when I came up the stairs from work. She was cleaned up but still looked the worse for wear. She thanked me for helping her and asked if we could talk. I replied, “Come on in, but don’t expect a drink.” “I won’t.” She said. She sat down opposite my chair and started to tell me how she got a check, paid the bills and what little she had left she bought booze and spent the entire weekend from Friday night to Sunday night in an alcoholic stupor. At one point she had fallen asl**p and wet herself. I let her finish her tale of woe without interruption and tried to get her out the door, when she told me she didn’t have any food in the house, she needed to go to the food bank but needed a ride the next day. I gave her some canned goods and sent her on her way. She looked relieved that I didn’t want anything in return. Two days later she was back at my door, with a wink she asked for a beer, I told her the price went up, if she wanted two beers she would have to show me her tits. She agreed and I got a blow job and saw her small, saggy tits for a couple of beers. The next day she wanted to talk again not wanting to be part of her pity party I told her I was busy. The next day she asked again. Sitting down she asked if she could stay with me for the weekend, that she was afraid she was going to get d***k again. I said, “That probably would not be a good idea, you know I’m rough on you.” That is when she looked at me and said, “What kind of woman do you think I am?” I looked her in ...