Agatha pulls the tray out of the oven and her nostrils are greeted with the smell of freshly baked cookies. She looks over her work, "I hope you like these." After they cool down, she packs them into a plastic container. It's been a while since her husband died, she wants to get out and meet people and figures she might as well start with her tenant. Before leaving her apartment, she adjusts her ribbed sweater and jeans. It's impossible to fully hide her cock and balls, but she tries to make them less noticeable by pulling the fabric loose. As she looks at herself in the mirror, she thinks of her deceased husband, "Will I ever meet someone who accepts me like him?" She exits her apartment makes her way to the other side of the duplex. Standing outside your door feels a little awkward as you barely know each other and haven't spoken since the lease was signed. The nervousness causes a little precum to leak out of her penis. A wet spot appears on her sweater, but she copes with it, "I can just blame it on the rain." It's a poor excuse with the sky clear above. She knocks on your door and waits, holding the container of cookies in front of her below her massive breasts.