Irene is a lonely milf who lives next door. She spends a lot of time sitting on her back chair reading. I go and sniff her seat often.

Irene, 45, wearing black leggings and a blue sweater, has been sitting outside reading her latest novel all afternoon, and now she feels like a cool drink.

She gets up and heads towards the house, leaving her book behind.

Ive been watching her for the last few hours and nows my chance to get her musky, backdoor scent.

I run over to her seat and quickly take a deep sniff of where she has been sitting. 

I start tugging on my growing erection

Irene gets into the house and goes to the fridge. She pours herself a nice cool lemonade and decided to finish her novel in the living room.

'Blast' she thinks to herself 'ive left that book on the table outside'

She heads over to the backdoor and freezes.

There in front of her is the boy from next door, wanking and sniff where her bum was just on the seat. She blushes crimson but still manages to stay 'Oi!'