The story starts from an urban city in India.
I happened to visit a tailor's boutique to drop off my delivery for raw materials when I happened to see the most beautiful and ethereal woman of my life.
I could see the tailor scared and sweating a lot in the AC room since he had to measure every inch to make alterations for a maxi dress made out of imported silk.
The woman was a goddess.
She had a bra size of 38DD (confirmed it when the tailor wanted to size up the blouse)
Her ass was so droopy and large that the workers were ogling at the monster and clenching their crotches hard to stop the joy.
The moment I saw her, I recognized it
She was a high class woman in her late 50s. Her husband had just retired from work and were merrily living a retired life, or so was it.
Her husband was a living patient, had few illnesses to be treated here and there and she had to tend to care for him as they were cheapskates to afford a hospice nurse.
She had all the riches in the world but when shopping would only bargain for cheap stuff and buy items that would make a poor person feel rich.
I know this as she is my next door neighbour and had moved in recently after retirement.
I would go to their house to help with their internet needs, banking stuff, phone issues and the everyday issues old people face.