She had certainly been hot, she realized.

With a giggle, she wiped her cunt with the panties, then standing, tossed them on top of her other clothing. She climbed into the tub, leaning back and looking down. Her tits were round and firm, beautifully and flawlessly shaped. Her nipples were a light-brown color, peaked half an inch. Her stomach was flat, with just the tiny hint of roundness. She lifted her ass, looking at the light, chestnut color of her cunt hair. She lifted one leg high. It was a beautiful leg: the calf curvy, her thigh slim and shapely.

"Not bad," she said to herself in a soft voice. "Not bad at all, Julie, for a mother with twins."

She didn't have to examine her ass to know how lovely it was. Her ass rounded in a compact tightness, the cheeks flexing when she walked. Her husband had loved to spend hours with her, caressing her ass. He had been, as he called it, an "ass man".

It had thrilled her when he fondled her ass, kissed and licked the smooth, creamy-textured ass cheeks, the backs of her thighs.

Yes, she was indeed a beautiful woman, a woman who loved fucking, sucking, hard cock.

She didn't know why she had not sought out a new man after her husband's death. Perhaps it had been in the back of her mind that no other man would be as compatible, so willing and cager to indulge in those sweet, exciting things she and her husband had enjoyed.

Some men, she knew, thought a woman was a slut if she had sexual desires, wanted to experiment, enjoyed fucking. That was their fault, she told herself, not hers.

She washed herself, removing the sweat and grime. Deciding she would hire someone to finish up the weeding, she climbed from the tub, using a soft towel to dry herself.