After a few days of hectic and torturing thinking, I came upon an idea of recording what happens from my window. The next day, and just before I go to...the collage, I put the camera at my window facing the garden I switched it on and locked my room. When I cam back I opened the camera and started watching, 15 minutes and nothing was there but the garden and the birds whistling joyfully but then came the driver out of the hut toward the house. After five minutes he went back lingering into the. She took to wearing stockings instead of her usual tights saying they were cooler! . She was disappearing soon after I got home from work first of all it was three evenings a week then four. I was bored then in the evenings once I got the c***dren to bed, I liked to play guitar and read but most nights I would either look at some porn books and have a good wank, but better than this I could go into the bathroom on occasions when I knew the mature wife next door was gardening and staying well. I could see the light reflecting from the gap between the t-shirt and her jeans. She had great tits and they were thrusting on her t-shirt. I could also see the nipples jutting, I started getting a hard on. The bus was moving at a steady pace. No lights around except from the road. She moved slightly in sleep and now she was on my chest and was still sleeping. My hard on was getting bigger and harder and starting to push at my trousers. As though in sleep I slowly put my hand on her arm and. I came back to the house, showered, dressed, and ate breakfast. Rolf said that we’d be going out to their «stuga» (‘cottage’) in the countryside for a few days after I got back from Falkenberg and I could invite Pia if I wished. Pia arrived at 10:30am and Rolf drove us to the beach. He said we should use the pay phone to call him when we were ready to come home.We stripped off our shorts and t-shirts. I had my basic swim trunks and Pia was wearing a stunning emerald green bikini that showed off.