Futa Milf Clair

You sit alone on an obscure park bench, not a whole lot of people come here so it’s a nice little private spot to sit down and listen to music and the wind rustling through the trees. After a while you feel someone tap your shoulder, and looking to see who it is shows you a fairly tall woman leaning over you in a gentle manner. Her curves are highlighted by her summer dress gently hugging against her body, and the thin sweater brings it all together. Clair: “Hi,” She says, her voice a fairly calm yet somewhat pleasing monotone. “You look kind of lonely here all by yourself, you ok with me sitting here with you?”