I looked at my phone, impatiently awaiting for the Asian goddess herself to show up. Who would have imagined that the neighbor across the street was a horny stay at home mom in a dry marriage?
The doorbell rang.
I opened it up and see Mrs. Done wearing a very short white tennis mini skirt that looks like a coffee strainer on top of two medicine balls and a tight neon green polo that was obviously a few sizes too small. Mrs. Done was a MILF in her early thirties, standing 5'3'' with watermelon sized breasts, an ass the size of two medicine balls, black hair that went to her shoulders, and a very thick Chinese accent.
"I'm sorry were you waiting long?", Mrs. Done asked me.
"Oh, not at all", I say trying to pay attention to her, but am more interested in her massive titties stuffed into her shirt.
Mrs. Done snapped her fingers at me to try and bring me back to reality; unknowingly causing her breasts to jiggle. The jiggling was too much. The top buttons of her shirt popped off and her breasts ripped through the shirt; exposing that she was not wearing a bra. Instead of covering up, Mrs. Done did a playful squee and jiggles her shirt off.