The mature woman is 60 years old this year

She's in her sixties, and I especially urge everyone to be mindful of their words.

Her surname is Zhang, and we all call her Master Zhang. She was my former colleague, now retired. We were colleagues for over ten years.

When we first joined the factory, we all liked to gather together and listen to the older folks talk about all sorts of scandalous and vulgar things, and she was the most talked-about person.

Master Zhang was of medium height, a little plump, but not in a puffy way; she was quite robust and sturdy. She was a rather beautiful woman. Besides her big eyes, the most striking feature was her large breasts, which we unanimously voted the largest in the factory. They bounced as she walked, dazzling everyone. Master Zhang was very outgoing and had a loud voice. She knew people talked about her but didn't care at all. Sometimes, if someone said something inappropriate to her face, she would often defeat them with even more vulgar replies. She seemed carefree and oblivious. Everyone liked her, especially the young men.

She had been married three times. Her first husband was about ten years older than her. After about ten years, they had a son, who now has children of his own. She divorced him later, and her second relationship only lasted three or four years before ending in divorce as well. Her last relationship was with an older man around her age, who owned a house and was a virgin.

She's been with him ever since. There are many stories about her youth; all that's known is that she slept with many men, but never with several at the same time. One widely circulated story is that when she was single, she slept in the staff dormitory. If a man stayed overnight, she would always get up first in the morning, openly fetch water for him to wash up, and then go out to buy breakfast.

Once, we were talking about young girls these days, and she took a drag on her cigarette and said, "These little bitches, acting like it's real. We're not into that anymore. When I started out, they weren't even around anymore."

I've always had a good relationship with her, but I've never dared to take it further. But I've always had feelings for her.

A while ago, the factory organized a reunion for retired workers. I was one of the organizers. Near the end, I went to toast her and casually mentioned that I'd take her home later, since it was on my way.

They'd probably both had a few drinks that day. After the banquet, the two of them hitched a ride with me, one getting off earlier. As I drove, we chatted idly about old times. Suddenly, I felt a connection. I pulled over to a dark spot and said, "Let's have a smoke before we go." They agreed, so I turned off the engine, and we both sat in the back.

I asked, "How are you doing these days?" She said, "Just getting by, old hags are useless." I pressed, "Useless in what way?" She said, "Nothing, just talking nonsense." I said, "Are you even useful?" She said, "What?"

It was already past midnight, and there were no pedestrians on the street. I suddenly wanted to taste the old lady's flavor, a long-held desire. I pulled her closer and hugged her, but she gently pushed me away. I said, "I've thought about you for so many years." She said, "Don't be ridiculous." I said, "Really, really, I'll die if you're lying." In the darkness, she almost laughed out loud. I thought things were looking promising, so I started touching her breasts. They were really big, incredibly big. I'd always thought a woman in her sixties' breasts would be very soft, but these were still incredibly smooth and soft. They were heavy and felt surprisingly good. I kissed her, and she kissed me back, quite skillfully, even sticking her tongue in. I unbuttoned her shirt first, then went to take off her pants. She lifted her buttocks to make it easier for me. As I touched her genitals, they were dry, not wet, and very hairy. A thought suddenly popped into my head: some people say that people with a lot of hair have a strong sex drive, I wonder if that's true.

I buried my head in her chest, enjoying the feeling of being enveloped by her two large breasts. After touching and caressing her like this for a while, I figured she was starting to feel something. To make things easier, I took off all my pants. The car was small, so taking off pants wasn't easy. I had her sit on top of me first. By this time, she was completely obedient; she did exactly what I told her to do. But after trying for a while, I couldn't get them in. I had her lie down, spread her legs, and straightened myself up, finally managing to get them in in the dark. In that instant, I felt an overwhelming joy. Her vagina was so tight, completely beyond my expectations. Perhaps because the foreplay lasted so long, coupled with the tension of being on the street and afraid of being seen, I ejaculated after only a short time.

After we both got dressed, we smoked a cigarette, and I took her home. She kissed me as she

got out of the car. Later, we had sex twice more, in hotels. She got better and better, completely fulfilling my desires.

She mentioned that time, saying the last time was over ten years ago, and that day she was barely wet, so it was especially tight. She was in pain for several days, probably because I had stretched her open.

I fell for her. I believe in the saying that an old vagina can relieve sexual tension, especially because she has big breasts and a tight vagina. She didn't ask anything of me and wholeheartedly made me feel good. I love her so much.

Again, please be kind with your words.

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