The new neighbours

When I was 13, we got new neighbours. They had just one child, a boy five years younger than myself, but my main focus of the family was the mom, on whom I formed an absolute, almost instant crush.

Mom (I won’t name names here, for reasons I hope you’ll understand) was absolutely beautiful, with shoulder length, shining red hair and deep brown eyes. She had beautiful, generous tits and a butt to die for, which was usually encased in a pair of jeans which left little to the imagination, especially that of a hyper-hormonal teen.

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