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Author: Chris-t6290 Picture in profile
Added: Mar 15 2011Views / Reads: 2050 / 1247 [61%]Story vote: 8.80 (5 votes)
Having noticed the ‘packet’ of her neighbour across the way, lonely divorcee Helen, decides to pay him a visit, and sweeten him up with one of her excellent, homemade, apple-pies.
 


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Life, for 33 year-old divorcee Helen, didn't have too much to offer, which is probably why she spent her days cooking sweet deserts, for which her apple pie is such a hit at the local summer fete, and watching her neighbours through her telescope.

On this particular day, the newspaperman, ever late as usual, was chucking the rolled up items onto the porches. Just then, and across the way, Helen noticed that her neighbour had just opened the door-in his white underwear-when the paper missile hit him in the abdomen. Picking it up, he then waved it at the man in disgust and said something to him. ‘That'll tell him,' I think to myself. "Emm, nice packet, by the way," I exclaim. ‘And I'm not talking about the newspaper,' as my hand wanders towards my panties. ‘Em, control yourself, Helen,' I say, as he turns and goes inside. ‘Men like that are spoken for,' I tell myself, and direct my attention elsewhere.

Returning my view to the house across the way, some several minutes later, I notice that he is stood inside his front room, with the window open, and towelling himself off, no doubt from a shower, but with a garden statue covering his ‘packet.' And as I continue to watch him, my hand ventures to my panties, and I cannot help myself from slowly touching my quim. "Emm, that's it, move a little to the right for me, please," I think out loud, as I ease my fingers inside my pussy. "Oh no, he's gone inside, and..." ‘God, I'm in such a state,' I realise. ‘What to do?' I ponder. Just then it comes to me. And going over to the ...

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