"Why do we always make eye contact?" The housewife living in the room across from me suddenly said, catching me off guard. Every time she exercised, shaking her large breasts with sweat dripping down, I would fantasize about things I shouldn't. Whether she knew my intentions or not, she skillfully launched an attack on me. In the empty afternoon, with little experience with women, there was no way I could take control, and I was dominated both physically and mentally by her...
