I had been working all day around the house. I finally got a chance to sit and have lunch when my neighbor came and knocked on the door asking for my husband. I told the older gentleman that he would be home shortly. He said something smells good. I laughed and told him to come in, there's plenty. He lost his wife a few years ago, and is a very sweet man. I sat down and as he walked around my chair I noticed he stopped to look in my deep sleeves at my boobs. I pretended not to notice, but he stayed there for a while. I figured I'd let him get his jollies.