Blue balls
Young divorcee exhibitionist seeks comfort from older widowed neighbor.
One evening I was pottering around in my garage, thinking of sanding an old wooden door knob, but not actually doing it. My mind was elsewhere, and every few moments I looked out through the open door across into my neighbor’s yard, hoping she might be heading towards her pool for a late dip, which she sometimes did.I’m talking about Suzanne. She was about 35, recently divorced with shared custody of a young girl. For fou...
