I lean forward to kiss her on her bare skin, savoring the salty taste of her chest and stomach.She backs up a step, holding hands with me while admiri...g (I hope!) my hard cock. This is a super hot look for her, sexy dark stockings high up her legs, sexy pink and black bra still covering her breasts, and the sexy triangle of fluffy pussy hair in between. She pushes my chest to lean me back, and grabs a hold of my boxers, pulling on them. I lift up my ass to let her continue, and she guides my. Why?" I guess I'm just curious. Your abs are perfect compared to mine," I said.Jon then glanced down at his own abs, then looked at mine. The first time he assessed me. Still no emotion on his face."I don't know. Yours are definitely toned. I think your trunk is stronger than you think it is; maybe because your abs are toned by tennis and mine are by situps and whatnot, you know?" Jon declared."What about your legs? And sorry if I sound gay, but your ass is more toned than mine, too."Jon. Now my neighbor is in her mid 60's, a bit chubby, short, but has a pair of wonderful tits, the type you would love to hit you in your face while a woman was riding you.While having a good look at her, I found to my pleasure that my manhood had started to swell up and my hands had started to find their way to my zones. Strange, here I am looking out my window, with my hands on my nipples (squeezing hard) and on my manhood, stroking, pulling and twisting, all because of this elderly lady. I think another five minutes of our time seems fair. And just so we are clear, if you fail, then the forfeit will be activated. Do you remember what it is?”“Yes.”“Yes, I imagine you do. Your wife will be sent to the purple room. Are you aware of what happens in there?”“Sort of,” he mumbled, his head downcast in defeat. He must have known then that the game was up. Not only was he exhausted, but now the added pressure of knowing what awaited his failure was surely going to be too much. Just to.