It was last summer.I was wandering with my dog around our district.We noticed not young fat woman she was sitting on the parapet. Her long-skirted sundress fluttered in the warm summer wind.Madam was adorned with wide-brimmed hat.Her big boobs were squeezed under tight fabric of dress. They looked like dough that escaped from the tab.And whole her being conveyed sexuality.It seemed like she was convinced that she has been a ripe juicy attractive berry.
I am not ageist,but I sincerely believe that woman middleage is time for hidden sexuality covered under elegant clothers. No open parts of the body,it has to be unspoken things,wisper and wise.Well,my outgoing dog doesnt share my thoughts.He leaped directly under her skirt and started to spin there.He was sniffed her pantaloons and tickled her chubby legs.She pretended to be outrages,but she liked it.Finally he found exit from her sweet capture,I apologized and we got away.We were walking down the street and one thought was born in my head.Probably,there werent any visitors under her dress for a long time.Maybe my rascal made her little bit happier.