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than make myself known. The only hiding place I could find was the garden shed which had the door partially open. Through the gap on the door frame I see a striking woman in her prime walk out from the kitchen and sit herself down by the table. She is wearing a pair of shorts, a halter-neck top, and sunglasses. She is around 45, in great shape, nice full breasts, long legs - a MILF. She lightly draws her fingers on the outside of the glass of lemonade, and runs her fingers over her forehead, letting out an almost inaudible sigh as she savours the temporary relief that the cool moisture brings. She warms to her task and does the same again, but this time tracing her fingers over her cheeks, and again but this time on her neck. She picks