Knothole
The Knothole Widower Charlie Kantrel, mid 30’s, light brown hair, blue eyes, about five foot eight with a decent build, watered the herbs he grew on his back porch early every morning before going to work. On this particular Monday morning, after he closed the nozzle on his garden hose, quieting it’s hissing sound, he could hear a moaning coming from the other side of his fence. It wasn’t just any sort of moaning either! From being previously married for eight years, he knew the sort of sounds a women makes when in orgasm quite well. Charlie rushed to a knot hole in his fence then peaked through. There was his sexy neighbor, Sally, laying back on a lounge chair, knees up and her long luscious legs spread wide, vigorously diddling away at her soggy …