As a 15 year old I was mowing the divorcee neighbor’s lawn. She was nice enough, in her 40s, neither particularly attractive nor plain, not tight bodied but not obese, She was usually very active and often gone and I would usually mow it while she was gone at her request. Thanks to a major privacy fence I would also commonly enjoy the alone time after finished mowing to have an opportunity to shed my clothes, feel the breeze and sun on my bare skin, and give myself some quality time stroking my c***. She pulled in as I was leaving one afternoon and told me she would not going anywhere the next weekend but to still mow it. The next weekend I knocked to tell her I qas going to start and blew through her front yard pretty quickly. When I moved to the back yard I had no sooner started than she came out onto the back patio and told me to stop for a moment. She flat out told me she knew what I was doing in her back yard She told me that I was on her s*** list because the previous weekend she had