In the mirror she could see how her tits and belly had grown over the last three months. Her tits pushed the cartoon cat image of her favorite shirt o...t well away from her chest, and in spite of the bra she wore her erect nipples made poked out on either side of the cat face on the front of her shirt. And when her eyes moved down her body she noticed that the bulge of her belly pushed the hem of her light blue shirt up far enough to show her belly button before she pulled her shirt down around. I avoided her mouth, which was not yet open, and instead worked on anointing her face. Her eyes were now closed and serene, she smiled knowingly. A low hum of approval rang in my ears. I moved up further still, wetting her bangs, causing them to mat down on her face. In that moment I was reminded of when I first met her, but that time it was sweat that caused her hair to stick to her face. Now its me, I thought proudly. This thought somehow started to arouse me again, and I could feel deep. Now in her mid fifties and still with blond hair she hadn't aged a bit. It was about to become an interesting evening. "Hello, Mrs Potter", I said. Right away she didn't recognize me but I told her who I was and suddenly memories of the past were coming her way. "Mr. Maxwell",. ”“I couldn’t...” he begins to say, but then her words finally have the impact she is seeking. “Well, I think that could persuade me to let you go.”“A warm pussy is better than a cold one,” she offers.A live one is better than a dead one too.“We’d have to keep this a secret,” he says, starting to whisper.“My lips are sealed,” she says.It’s a good thing your legs aren’t. Go get him.“I’m Penelope, by the way,” she continues, smiling proudly at herself as well as the praise coming from Hazel. “I.