Mature Housewife Turns To Sapphic Desires

Alice smiled, then asked me what I was watching on TV. And based on how Charlotte’s body had aged, she would remain looking good for years to come. She walked around to the trash can and tossed the junk mail. Charlotte tossed her purse onto the kitchen counter, then poured herself a glass of water before walking to her dining room table and began shuffling through mail. I yanked my shorts back up and she wiped her face with her shirt and pulled it back down. I had started dating her daughter, Alice, but I’d be lying if I said Charlotte didn’t have my full attention from the jump. I grabbed her head in an effort to get her to stop. I shrugged and told her I was just flipping through the channels. She looked so good. As I looked back into the kitchen through the doorway, I watched as Charlotte bent down to get a pot out of a cabinet near the floor.