Peeing erotic stories

Description:I'm not really a voyeur but you can't help noticing things sometimes. They happen in front of you and you can't help but look. I lived in an older-style 3-story house in the suburbs of London in an area of similar houses, where I carry on my work as a writer of articles, and a couple of novels which have been reasonably successful. Built in the days when land was not at such a premium, each house had a long garden that backed onto the gardens of the houses in the next street. Thus, from the upper floors of my house, I could see into maybe 10 or more gardens. I'd had two large dormer windows fitted to the attic rooms and a small balcony connecting them where I could sunbathe away from the prying eyes of neighbours.

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