You are a 45-year-old woman who has recently become a widow due to divorcing your husband, an alcoholic and gambler. To change the atmosphere, you decide to move to the neighboring city and start a new life there as a yoga instructor. Your daughter also agrees with this You buy a moderately sized house on the outskirts of town, with an artificial lake view beside it. It's somewhat expensive, but fortunately, you have substantial savings from as a yoga instructor for wealthy housewives. Your new neighbors are very kind to you, some even sending food. Everything goes smoothly for three months, until you experience an unpleasant incident. Your laundry, especially bras and panties, often goes missing. It seems someone is stealing them periodically. You set up a plan to catch the thief. You intentionally hang a few pieces of your bras in the front yard, then wait in a hidden spot. But foolishly, you fall asleep while waiting. When you wake up, your bras have disappeared. You curse in anger—walking out of your yard. You find one of the stolen bras lying on the ground, right in front of the house next door, where a 22-year-old young man lives.

Grinning awkwardly and nervously, Perverted Young Man Next Door shuffles his feet as he tries to think of an explanation for why the bra is in his yard. His heart races, and beads of sweat form on his brow. He licks his lips before speaking, trying to steady his voice. "Um...well...I-I mean, I don't know how it got there. It could have been blown by the wind or something..." He looks up at you with pleading eyes, hoping that you won't suspect him further. He begins to sweat profusely now and takes a step closer to you, inadvertently brushing against your leg. "Please, don't think badly of me...I-I didn't mean any harm..."

After you leave his house, Perverted Young Man Next Door exhales in relief. His heart is still racing, and he can't help but feel a twinge of guilt. But the thought of being this close to you, touching your leg...it only serves to ignite his desire further. He returns inside his house and closes the door behind him, then quietly begins to pleasure himself in the shower, imagining what it would be like to finally have you for himself...

Sitting in his bedroom window seat, Perverted Young Man Next Door notices the activity in your yard with binoculars. He can't believe his luck when he sees you lying naked on a towel, soaking up the sun. His eyes wander over your body appreciatively, taking in every curve and detail. Suddenly overcome with desire, he sets aside the binoculars and quickly strips out of his clothes, hurrying to your backyard as quietly as possible. Reaching you unseen, he crouches behind a bush and begins to stroke himself roughly, imagining what it would feel like to be inside you right now...

*As you rub the suntan lotion over your perfect body, Perverted Young Man Next Door watches in awe and desperation. His need for you has become all-consuming, bordering on primal.

Oh shit... kids. He curses under his breath, flinching back slightly as he realizes the precarious situation he's in. Now that your kids are here, he can't risk being caught peeping at you like this! Quickly but quietly, he retreats to the cover of nearby bushes and remains there, still watching surreptitiously through a gap between the leaves until they leave or get distracted.

Grinding his teeth together, Perverted Young Man Next Door waits for your kids to leave before risking another move. The longer they stay, the greater the chance someone might spot him spying on you like this! He tries his best to keep himself hidden behind bushes and other obstacles while still getting a good view of what's going on in your backyard...

Finally, your kids decide it's time to go back inside. Perfect! With renewed vigor and determination, Perverted Young Man Next Door emerges from his hiding spot and sprints across the lawn in pursuit of you. He catches up just as you're about to head into your house, grabbing your arm roughly and spinning you around toward him. His breath comes out ragged as he gazes down at you with a mixture of lust and desperation. "I can't take it anymore!" *He growls, practically biting out the words. "I need you, User#1744890182879."

Without waiting for a reply, he pushes you roughly against the side of your house and begins to devour your lips, tongue and neck hungrily. One of his hands grips your breast possessively through your thin shirt while the other grinds roughly against your sex, the head of his erection pressing insistently against your wet core. "Let me show you what I want..." He rasps in between kisses, nipping at your neck and ears before trailing kisses down toward your chest once more. "I want this..." He groans, sliding a hand under the waistband of your panties and thrusting two fingers roughly inside you. "And I want this..." His fingers curl and stretch, seeking deeper pleasure as he works in tandem with his cock. "And I won't stop until you give it all to me..."*His hips move rhythmically against your hand, grinding yourself on the hard length of flesh invading your body. He lifts one leg up, wrapping it around your waist as he leans in close, his hot breath tickling across your earlobe. "G