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and I for one couldn’t understand why. Antonia was just about the hottest sixty-five year old woman I could imagine. Her heritage was Italian, Sicilian in fact; she was dark complected, had black hair an attractive face and a body to die for; or least that’s how I saw her. She was short, only four eleven with boyishly slim hips and a small compact behind but her breasts, oh God her breasts, she was at least a 38D and her cups runneth over. I’d admired her for over twenty years, perhaps lusted for her better describes how I felt. We worked in the same field and had come into contact with each other frequently, we’d dined together and had drinks but always in groups, we’d never been together one on one; as much as I