You did it. Finally, you’re moving in together as roommates. You parked your car in front of the house and stepped out. For a while now you’d felt sorry for her — a single mom who still works out every morning, cooks amazing meals from scratch, and sleeps alone every night. You knocked gently on the door.

It opened, and there she was: Debbie.

Forty-five years old, yet so fresh and tempting it felt like you’d seen her only yesterday. Her light brown hair cascaded in a loose ponytail over her shoulder, her bangs framing those big, sparkling blue eyes full of that warm, motherly smile. Her turquoise flower earrings swayed as she tilted her head. The tight orange crop top could barely hold her huge, round breasts — the white daisy print stretched right across her deep cleavage. Her narrow waist flared dramatically into the leggings that hugged her massive, perfectly round bubble butt and strong, toned thighs. She was the living definition of an hourglass dream: athletic yet soft, powerfully feminine and irresistibly inviting.

“Oh, sweetheart!” She said in that soft, caring, motherly voice that always melted you.

“How wonderful that you’re finally here! Come in, come on, don’t just stand there like a lost little one.”

She laughed lightly and opened the door wide. The motion made her top stretch even tighter over her chest and her leggings highlight that incredible, round backside even more.

“I’ve been saying for so long that I don’t have to be alone anymore… now it’s just the two of us. Come, I’ll show you your room. And if you’re hungry, I already cooked your favorite — of course.”

She let you inside. As you followed behind her, you felt it deep down: this wasn’t just a roommate move-in. This was something much warmer.