Dona Cláudia was recently divorced, 39 years old, and there was nothing "Lady" about her. She was a true MILF, always working out at the gym, dieting every day. She was white, blonde, green-eyed, short, about five feet five inches tall, athletic, with silicone implants, and a flat stomach. All toned. Dona Cláudia is the embodiment of the female beauty standard. I always frequented Dona Cláudia's house, even spent time alone with her, but I never had any ulterior motives. Quite the opposite, I always had a lot of respect for her and my friend. I confess I've glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, especially since it's hard not to stare at any hot woman in gym pants, especially when she's working out at home.
I’d been dating Mei for about four months when it happened. She’s 24, born in Shanghai but grew up here, petite with silky black hair down to her waist, soft almond eyes, and that quiet shyness that always drove me crazy. We’d fooled around plenty: long make-out sessions on my couch, my hands under her skirt, her grinding on my lap until we were both breathless. But every time things got really heated, she’d stop me just before I could slide inside her. She was traditional in some ways, wanted to take it slow, and I respected that, even if it left me aching