A mature woman who thinks no one looks at her finds out otherwise....(While this story is fictitious, an actual event inspired it.)
Linda carefully hung the sheets and clothes on the backyard line to dry. Of course she had a clothes dryer but it couldnt match the fresh smell the summer breeze imparted to the clothes. Besides, hanging the laundry in her backyard was a pleasant, leisurely activity that she enjoyed on these warm mornings. The only sound was the gentle breeze in the trees and the birds singing.
At 57, Linda was, as she often told herself, terribly typical. She was a mom with two grown and married kids, one of whom had recently made her a grandmother. Her very natural looking chestnut brown hair was the result of twice monthly tinting to cover all the gray. She had always struggled with her weight but had pretty much given up the fight in recent years. At five feet six inches, she tipped the scales at 175, fat by anyones measure. She had never had a problem with cellulite but her thighs were thick, her buttocks large, and prominent love handles bulged at the small of her back. There was no way to conceal the swell of her belly. Shed always been large busted but now shed ballooned to 44DDD.
She sighed. Not that it mattered. Sex with her husband George was a rare thing, usually happening only when hed had a few drinks. And since menopause she didnt get as wet as she had when she was younger so even Georges five and half inch penis was often not comfortable. He quite often ejaculated as he attempted to penetrate her. Her doctor had not been much help, simply explaining that older women often experienced some shrinkage of the vagina.
Yet her own sexual desire sometimes surprised her. Often, after this pleasant backyard chore, she went into the house and masturbated in her bedroom, lying across the bed naked on her stomach with both hands holding and massaging her crotch as her wide hips rose and fell. Not even George knew she did that. Lind... อ่านทั้งเรื่อง
