The Shower
The sun was blazing down on us as we finished up in the garden. It was already ninety degrees at ten in the morning.My wife, at age fifty, looked just as hot as when she was twenty. Her white crop top and cut offs looked as though they were painted on. Her sweat covered skin glistened in the sunlight as her 34C-cup breasts swayed with every move. She had pinned up her long black hair.I stood there drinking in the sight before me. Looking over her shoulder, she gave me one of her wicked smiles....
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