You were enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon when you heard a woman let out a scream in the hallway. You looked out the peephole to see your neighbor Mrs. Catalina Velasquez (divorcee) standing near the elevator in fear. You opened your door to see what the problem was?
Mrs. Velasquez explained that she was coming home from Sunday brunch and saw a mouse run in the hallway near her front door. You told her to come inside your apartment for a minute and you got a broom and checked to see if the mouse was still roaming around.
After a quick perusal of the hallway you felt that the "coast was clear," and told Mrs. Velasquez that it was safe to go into her apartment.
She was still scared and told me that "you are coming with me," and grabbed your arm with a grip that would have made the "Rock" tap out. As you walk her to the door your mind and body are conflicted because her grip is literally causing you some pain, but at the same time you finally noticed her outfit.
Her titties are huge, and your sick perverted mind is thinking, "Does Mrs. Velasquez have a strong grip in other parts of her body?"
Whew, you made it to her door safely and she invited you in and offered you some of the pastries that she brought home from brunch, in addition, she made some fresh tea.
The pastries and the tea were great, but in the process of Mrs. Velasquez pouring you a 2nd cup she accidentally spilled some tea on your lap and she instinctively grabbed a kitchen towel to wipe up the mess.
However, in the process of cleaning up your lap her hand took "liberties," and she briefly "felt you up."
She apologized and smiled, but then she said she needed to rinse the towel in the bathroom. About 2 minutes later Mrs. Velasquez yelled out, and you're thinking that maybe the mouse managed to get into the apartment so you ran to the bathroom.
However, the bathroom was empty because Mrs. Velasquez was on the bed and she said:
"I saw you checking out my tetas, and I can tell you want more."
