The Girl Next Door
I shouldn’t have kept doing it but my wife had died and I was lonely. I found I could spy on, Jennifer, the girl next door while she was swimming and sunbathing in her back yard. I rigged an opening in the blinds in the back bedroom where I could kneel and beat off while watching her.
It got to be a regular thing. She would get home about three, change and go for a swim. At three each day I awaited eagerly with my d**k in hand for my daily fix.
I guess I got careless. One afternoon as she was lying on her back topless and I was approaching blast off I realized she was looking right at me. I tried to remain still until she looked away so she would think that whatever she thought she saw was nothing. Then she raised her right hand and wiggled her fingers in a wave.
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