Mary Jane casually unbuttoned her soft silky blouse. As she slid it off, over her shoulders and down along her arms, she slowly turned to glance into the bathroom mirror. “Not bad,” she observed, “for a 40 year old.” And, even though she was closer to fifty, she still maintained a very supple figure. Her breasts were full-formed and still perky.
She marked her cleavage as she ran her hand softly over her bra-covered chest. She tingled, even turned a bit red, as she embarrassingly saw herself in her reflection. As she reached behind, she unfastened the three hooks and slowly let her und...
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