Mature Ladies Mga Nobela at Kwento

Not yet fully grown. Still entirely erotic and fuckworthy... but nothing close to the cougar's shape. A woman who has had time to age and thicken. Those heavenly, juicy thighs of the MILF! My god! Her hourglass figure and that other-wordly booty! It was the kind of physique a young girl could never hope to attain. This perfection was reserved for the older women – and Harry knew it. He stared on, looking back and forth at the women. First at one and then at the other, comparing and noting the differences between them.

"Can't that be certain? Although I'm not a great beauty, I'm still a lively, gentle, and cute. Isn’t it normal for men to wait for me?" "Not with me, you’re not. Do you think you're still a young girl and that men will wait for you?" "Haha..." Paige chuckled and said, "You don't know, but married women are even more popular than girls nowadays." Chris looked at Paige as if she was joking. Paige smiled and said, "Don't you know the saying: 'Youth doesn't know the charm of a mature woman; mistaking a girl for a treasure?'" It seemed like something Chris had vaguely heard of.

thinking they are the stupid kind of heiresses you see out there? That's were you are totally wrong. These ladies don't fall head over heels for men, Tut, Tut, Tut. It the other way round... There have an unrestrained charm that follows their certain type of persona that would always draw you to them... ****** A woman in her mid forties, was sitting beside an office desk, she was so serious, and despite her age, she still maintain her Young look. If you were meeting her for the first time you would probably think that she is thirty two.

Jason said with a smile. "Don't talk nonsense!" Madison said coquettishly. "What nonsense am I talking about? I'm telling the truth. Have you ever seen anyone like you who is already a grandmother but still looks so young and beautiful?" Jason chuckled. It was said that when a woman reached 30, she would become less beautiful. When she reached 40, she would grow older. However, Madison seemed to be an exception. Even though there were some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, Madison was still so beautiful and looked young.

I asked. “It’s not something I like to talk about and I’m sure you have better things to do than sit around, listening to a middle-aged woman whine about her life,” she said. I stretched my hand over the kitchen counter to grab her hand. “Don’t say that about yourself, Alice. You’re a beautiful woman and I take offence at the use of middle-aged. The proper term would be mature,” I said. “You’re a woman that has lived to a certain extent and has seen things I could never begin to imagine, seeing that I’ve been in this world barely two decades.”

Curiosity was almost having the best of him. He didn't always like her visits. Because each time, there seemed to be nothing but news that'd get him worried. Kalaril bobbed and exited the room, returning shortly with the old lady. She was a woman in her early fifties but seemed like one who was aging youthfully. Dark in complexion, her skin had a different kind of glow. You could easily tell Mortha had been someone that must have won the hearts of many men when she was in her prime. But funny enough, she never got mated.

“Who’s that girl? Her attack isn’t weak at all!” Fane could not help but frown when he saw this. He did not remember there being such a powerful young woman in the Pavilion of Divinity. Most of their elders were in their forties or fifties. There were even a few women in their sixties and seventies. There were only two to three younger people, but Fane had truly never seen this silhouette before.

"And the woman I like isn't ready yet, so I'll have to wait." "She is not ready yet? Elders say that a woman should get married at age 25 because, after that age, they are called an "old maiden." And so that you can have more children and also handle you-know-what. But how old is your girlfriend?" I briefly looked at Claire and then at Russell, who constantly looked around. "Oh, please excuse us. It looks like my sister needs to find her date." I quickly grabbed Claire's hand and Russell's arm after saying what I had to say.

The two ladies eye me from head to toe and I hold my breath waiting for a reaction, but they are too guarded. The eldest lady is probably in her early forties. She has blonde hair, green eyes and lovely pearly white teeth. I smile back at her and nod courteously....she's so welcoming. The other girl is probably the same age as me or slightly older or younger. At first, she's observing me carefully and keenly but when I catch her eyeing me, she immediately smiles and waves her hands up.

“Darling, if you don’t want it, then I’ll look for someone else?” “How dare you—” He raged like a tyrant. Angeline laughed blissfully. “Today’s the day I become an adult, so I have to give myself to someone. If not, I’ll be a laughing stock in front of my friends. They’ll say that I’m an unwanted old hag.” Jay snickered. “You’re only 18.” “Most of my friends are not girls anymore, though. They’ve become women. In fact, they say that girls mature when they have their periods since they can already give birth. I first got my period so many years ago, so my fruit’s beyond ripe.”