I couldn't believe my luck when Mrs. Elena Ramirez moved in next door. 

  

  

   I was 22, fresh out of college, crashing at my parents' place while I figured out my next move. She was in her mid-40s, divorced, with curves that could stop traffic, full tits straining against her blouses, an ass that swayed like it was begging to be grabbed, and legs that went on forever. 

  

  

   Her dark hair cascaded down her back, and those green eyes? They screamed experience, the kind that made my cock twitch just thinking about it.

  

  

   I'd catch glimpses of her through the fence, sunbathing in a bikini that barely covered her nipples, or...