As a single salaryman, I had been harboring feelings for the married woman next door, Ms. Momoko. Just exchanging morning greetings with her made me happy. One day, concerned about my diet of convenience store meals, Ms. Momoko offered to treat me to a home-cooked meal. On that day, while demonstrating squats and mentioning she had been feeling soft lately, Ms. Momoko's jeans tore. Unaware of the tear, she continued cooking, and I became aroused by the glimpse of her peach-shaped buttocks through the hole in her jeans…
