After being kicked out of the workplace where I had worked for years and abandoned by my wife, I was living a lonely life, barely making ends meet with a late-night part-time job. Even so, I had one small pleasure. The beautiful neighbor lady would always bring me homemade bento, saying she had made too much. And the lady always wore tight white pants that hugged her large buttocks, and every time the pants stretched or contracted, her panty line would clearly show through…
