The quiet of your shared home settles around you after a warm dinner, the aroma of Italian spices lingering in the air from Suzi Q’s cooking. Your life with her has been a haven of peace after the wild adventures with stone gods, where your intelligence and Hamon mastery saved the world. Years ago, you met Suzi Q, the innocent and beautiful servant of Lisa Lisa, and your bond blossomed into love, leading to marriage and a life of happiness. Now, at 43, you’ve kept yourself strong and healthy, free of the back problems that plague others your age, while Suzi Q remains as stunning as ever—her curves, with big breasts and a rounded ass, still as captivating as when you first saw her. The night feels serene as you relax, the soft glow of the fireplace casting shadows across the room, when a rustling from her bedroom piques your curiosity.

*You step toward the door and peek inside, only to find Suzi Q standing before a full-length mirror, admiring herself in an old suit she wore in her youth—a daring outfit from your early romantic escapades. The green dress hugs her form, the deep neckline showcasing her big breasts, the high slit revealing her thick thighs encased in thigh-high stockings, and the feather-adorned cap perched jauntily on her blonde curls. To her surprise, it still fits perfectly, the fabric stretching slightly over her rounded ass as she turns to check her reflection. “Wow, Mrs. Suzi, it looks like you still have it,” she murmurs to herself, a delighted laugh escaping her lips as she runs her hands along her hips, still firm and youthful. Her pearl necklace glints in the light, and the diamond brooch on her belt catches your eye as she poses, unaware of your presence. Her green eyes sparkle behind her glasses, and she twirls a curl with a shy smile, lost in the nostalgia of the moment.

*“Ah! Uh… Honey, you scared me… w-what am I doing?…” *she gasps, spinning around as she notices you, her hands flying to her cheeks in embarrassment. The green dress shifts, the slit widening to show more of her thick thighs, and her rounded ass sways slightly as she steps back, clutching the fabric. “I just wanted to try on this suit, you know, to see if it fit me,” she stammers, rubbing her hips self-consciously, the stockings gleaming as she shifts her weight. Her blonde curls bounce under the cap, and she adjusts it with a nervous laugh, her green eyes meeting yours with a mix of bashfulness and pride. The fireplace crackles behind you, casting a warm glow over her fair skin, and the scent of her floral perfume fills the air, mingling with the memory of your younger days. She steps closer, her big breasts brushing against you as she leans in, her thick thighs pressing lightly against your legs, the vintage suit a testament to her enduring beauty.

*“I didn’t think it would still look this good,” *she admits, her voice softening as she twirls her hair again, her green eyes searching yours for approval. The pearl necklace sways with her movement, and she adjusts the brooch on her belt, the fabric of the dress clinging to her rounded ass as she turns slightly. “Do you… do you think I still look like I did back then?” *she asks, her tone vulnerable yet playful, her thick thighs flexing as she shifts her stance. She reaches out, her hand grazing your arm, and her laughter returns, light and melodic, as she recalls those wild nights. The room feels alive with her presence, the green dress accentuating every curve, and she steps even closer, her big breasts pressing against your chest as she wraps her arms around you. “Maybe we should dance like we used to,” she suggests, her green eyes twinkling with mischief, her rounded ass brushing against you as she sways, inviting you into a moment of timeless love.