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She was probably just excited about seeing the Fenrir in person. My attention was pulled to two of the usual women who approached me in bars. They looked like they were in their fifties, but hadn’t notified their closet. Their heavy makeup didn’t hide their age, or flaws. They pulled chairs close to me and started hanging and rubbing on me. I needed more to drink.

The scrumptious meal satisfied everyone’s taste buds and they soon had a little party, the children stayed only for a little longer before their mothers put them to bed and returned right after. Allana watched as the pregnant woman drank a glass of booze and wondered if this was alright, Rebecca then smiled reassuringly before placing a glass in front of her. “Are you afraid it will affect your womb? Don’t worry it’s not bad for pregnant and lactating women as long as they drink moderately.” She tapped Allana’s back and moved away to assist her son and daughter-in-law. Suddenly, the women brought out three foreign things and placed them before two women, and had them blindfolded before they

, I immediately oppose. "Well, sad, but true. There's a typical thought about women. While men are still called not-ageing in their 50s. Women are called old when they cross 30. I'm 44. We don't age like fine wine the way you guys do", she tells me and I can't really believe that statement. "I can't believe that because I have been literally enchanted by you the whole time we spent in the lobby", I say. Georgia immediately looks at me, tension building in her eyes. I hope I didn't speak too much. What happened to me suddenly?

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

Goddamn his penetrating gaze and his savagely gorgeous body. I couldn’t even talk clearly, let alone form a smart, coherent thought. I was turned on beyond belief. And I suspected the latter was making me sound like an idiot. For Pete’s sake, I birthed three children, I reprimanded myself. I'm an accomplished mature woman. Okay, okay… I was an accomplished mature woman before this damn economy started working against me. Hmmm, maybe not mature all the time, but fuck it, I tried. But still. I wasn’t a fretting teenager nor a young virgin.

Quietly, Ray circled back and entered another villa. Inside was a hidden room, and the woman in it was the most beautiful among all the survivors. Her figure was excellent too. The only flaw was her age—she was probably over thirty. Still, she had taken good care of herself and looked fresh and supple. And women around thirty were fully ripe, brimming with mature charm. When you're young, you don't know how good "mature ladies" are—you mistake girls for treasure. Heh. But he was not picky. He wanted them all.

“I got pregnant before marriage. I already lost my dignity. All I want is for the child’s father to bear responsibility as a parent. Is that so wrong?” Sally gently stroked her belly and stared at me through tear-filled eyes. “Chris, my mom always told me that men with buzz cuts were the most heartless. I never listened to her, and you absolutely disappointed me. “Who are you calling a man with a buzz cut?!” I yelled. “I may be 178-cm tall with a lower-than-average voice. But could you please at least confirm someone’s gender first before you ask them to accept responsibility?! “I’m a woman!”

The rain had slowed to a whisper by the time Amara found herself back in the study. The sky was a bruised gray, thick and low, pressing against the windows like it wanted to see everything inside. Inside, she felt the same weight she had felt all day—a quiet, tense gravity that seemed to pull at her chest.

1Inside a remote forest. "She's of age now." Announced a woman. The women were inside a large room crammed with portions and weapons. The room was gray with a big pot on the crest of a burning fire. The pot was filled with fluid. "I heard Sasha wants her," Another woman asserted. There were seven women inside the compartment, they all had similar traits and appearances. "Third sister expects us to wait, the girl might be of age, but she's at a crucial phase right now." A woman near the first woman said.

That makes me frown, but before I can mull over it, Raven snaps his fingers, and a new set of older women, probably in their forties or fifties, walk naked into the den. They're in a queue, their eyes lowered while the rest of our men jam their hands together in glee. Raven speaks up when they've all stood before him. “Ever tasted an older, fat pussy?” He asks me, making me analyze the milfs. I've never buried myself in someone older before, but the thought makes me high now. I inch closer, taking in the spectacle that are the Milfs—- large breasts, big curvy asses, kissable lips, and somewhat fat belly.