In her mid-fifties, there were none of the sharp edges her daughter possessed. Her hips were more rounded; her breasts more full and not quite as high... her long legs a little chunkier. But the biggest difference though, the most notable, was the older woman's total lack of a pubic bush. She was completely bare between her legs. Her womanly lips were clearly on view as they glistened with the moisture of her arousal, exposed to my fascinated gaze as I stared open-mouthed at her. I have written this story in such a way that you can read this story on its own but having knowledge from the previous part may help you but it is not necessary. In the previous part I told you how we met, what we used to talk about and that we were going to meet the next. Next day we met over coffee, spent together some quality time. Nothing much happened as it was a very crowded place. We didn’t even kiss. She had to leave early because she had some other things to do too on that day. Our. She had wonderfully sexy fingers that moved with such provocative sensuality.“Or was it this you were interested in?” She dropped her hand lower and started stroking her breasts, pushing aside the scarf that hung there. This time I unabashedly gazed hungrily at her chest and was completely mesmerized at the sight of her hand on her breast. Oh, how I wanted to be that hand.“Wouldn’t you like to feel this too? I know your hands would enjoy this.” It was more a statement than a question.I could. I ask her to lift her petticoat to show me her pussy, she did that in standing there, I ask her to untie her hair, and she followed that. To my greatness she got a long her fall up to her upper butts. I ask to lift her hand, she did that. Now I ask her to bend towards me. When she did that, the volume of boobs can be nicely viewed. She was looking like a model and acting like a porn star and I forgot that she was my maid. I went to her pull out my penis out of boxer and went to her back lift.