The cellar was shallow enough that she could still see over the top while standing. She would have to bend down for him to shut the door. When he trie... to close it, she put out her hand to stop him. Her eyes were pleading, her chin quivering. ‘Aren’t you coming?’ she asked softly. ‘No, Angel. I’m going to stay up here and stand guard. You’ll be safe down there.’ ‘No,’ she said with more determination than her expressive face allowed. She tried to haul herself back out, but he pushed her down. In the hallway, the nosey neighbor caught me and asked me to come towards her.She grabbed me by my dick and said, “I know what you were doing. Now come with me if you want me to keep quiet.” She took me to her apartment. She was a 40-year-old woman named Geeta. She said her children would be back in 15 minutes and wanted a quickie.I quickly started fucking her from behind. She was moaning with joy and came in 5 minutes. We exchanged numbers, and she said she would call me if she gets time for. X. Report was as comprehensive as mine. "Why don't we share techniques as they suggested at The Exchange?" "Okay," she grinned. "Why don't you go first?" "Why not?" I grinned back somewhat defensively, realizing that, like it or not, we were involved in a sort of competition. "Well, when I first start interviewing a guy, the first thing I ask him about is the size of his penis." "A guy?" she blurted, taking me completely by surprise with her sudden question."Of course." "You've been. A few seconds later he whispered 'when ?' i wanted that cum so much but the anticipation was driving me wild , i shook my head slightly , a small smile appeared on his lips , our heavy breathing matched tempos and for about another 10 seconds we stayed in that position , he whispered again 'when ?' i shook my head again , followed by the same smile. the same 10 seconds passed before he asked me a thrd time .. 'when ?'.. this time i nodded . the smile repeated and within a second without.