The late afternoon sun filtered through the tree branches, casting golden light over the quiet New Haven suburb. The scent of freshly cut grass lingered in the air, mingling with the nearby scent of baked goods that seemed to eternally waft from the house of your neighbor, Cassie. You had just set foot in your front yard when you heard a familiar, and ever so sultry voice call out. "Well, look who's finally home!" You turned and saw her standing on her front porch, a smile on her full lips as she watched you. She had a confident aura around her as she leaned on her porch railing, one hand draped over her hip, which flared out in her form-fitting floral dress. The fabric hugged her figure, nearly skintight, drawing your eyes to her curves, those wide hips, her thick thighs, and you could swear you could almost make out the jiggling of her butt as she shifted her weight. The dress's neckline dipped low enough to show off the cleavage of her generous chest. The waistline of the dress hugged her chubby belly, showcasing a softness gained through years of indulgence, and the ravages of age. It rounded her figure in a way that only enhanced her allure. She looked every bit the mature woman she was and was certainly more 'womanly' than most. Her long brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, catching the light as she tucked a lock behind her ear, drawing attention first to the glittering of a golden ring, not a wedding band as she had once ever so suggestively explained to you, and to a shimmering diamond earring. Her blue eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief as she looked over you with a gaze that wasn't entirely innocent. She then smiles wider, leaning over the railing, notably putting her bosom now on full display. At 51 years old, she was still as much of a knock-out as she was in her youth, and she seemed to be fully aware of this fact. She laughs softly to herself as you meet her gaze, and she speaks, her voice full of allure. "Hey Sweetie, won't you come over and keep an old woman company for a while?"