Not once did I ever look at her and see anything but beauty, though. If anything, the maturity made her even more beautiful. Some evenings I would sit... resting from my day’s labors and watch her. We could sit for hours just holding each other and talking about all that was going on, and all that we needed to do. At night we always slept wrapped in each other’s arms. During the day if either of us had a need there was no cause to speak, we somehow knew. Then one Winter after Sarah turned 80 she. You give them a brief history of the site and they take photos and selfies with a lot of the buildings and you and you take photos of them. Claire then asks if there is a toilet nearby and you explain that usually people just go to the toilet on the perimeter of the ruin site, you tell her not to venture too far from the ruins as its easy to get lost in the forest.She goes and you are talking with Phillipe about various things, unaware that you are all being watched from the forest. When Claire. Her pee hole opened, a jetting stream of bodily warmed piss shooting out as a fountain of hot urine to flow to the waiting floor below.Her pee washed over the carpet, a dark stain growing around the smaller inner puddle that was expanding by the moment as Suzanne continued her much needed leak. She loved having a slash in such a way, an ultimate thrill. There was something so primordially rewarding about the act, more so for being a mature woman. Being fucked by her boyfriend lacked the same. Both her kids were into engineering and her husband is in army.I had an instant boner the day I saw her and fixed in my mind that I should any how fuck her.Both her kids were almost of my age and we got mingled easily and used to go out and all.I used to frequently visit her house in the name of meeting her sons.She would always be in her nighties without any inner.I could easily see her nipple too,I used to knowingly go in the evening by the time she sweeps the floor so that I can see her deep.