the wrecker moves on
It had been about 8 months since Jenny had died a period that I had remained celibate, partly as a feeling that I should still be faithful to her and partly a belief that perhaps I was being punished for my previous behaviour, however being only 25 years old it wasn’t too long before I was starting to feel really horny again and looking to let the wrecker loose once more became a necessity. My upstairs flat looked out onto a new housing development that had been built on some reclaimed retail land just across the road from me, I had noticed a pretty brunette that had moved in a few months earlier with her “partner“, I would have guessed that she was perhaps in her early thirties, very attractive about 5ft 6inches tall with …