This is my first story (be kind lol). Let me know what you think. Maybe I'll do a part 2 if there's any interest
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Hi everyone. My name is Matt and I'm 21. My neighbour Grace (mid 40s) lived down the street from us for a good number of years. She mostly kept to herself but the rumours had been out there for a while. She discovered her husband of several years was gay and he left her for another man in a messy divorce, and from there she became something of a recluse.
The glimpses I would get of her though was enough to keep me happy. Jet black hair, big firm tits and enough curves to make your eyes pop. My mom tried to stay friendly with her (my guess was out of pity more so than anything) so I was doing odd jobs every now and again for her.
That day I caught up with Grace as she was getting out of her car and greeted her with a big hug. I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel good to have her tits rubbed up against me. I went then to get her groceries from the boot of her car, she told me 'aw hun you don't have to do that' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I happily brought in the groceries anyway though and placed them on the counter, before I noticed her bent over it, with her ass protruding out.
'Well?' She asked.
'Sorry?' I said, puzzled.