Finally, remember this is a true story and I know I could have tried to fuck her, she could have flashed her tits at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her husband had mafia connections for example, so it happened the way it happened. I was of course getting so horny every time that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a look at my cock, so lust got the better of me not long afterwards. I think the husband worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the wife going to the shops from the front, or regularly using the rear balcony door to go into the garden to either talk to a neighbour or hang washing out – I was not working at that time and so when it got warmer I managed to get a rough idea of her routine. When she saw me in the street she looked down and ignored me, which is not unusual
