Mirage had just turned 45. Gray and white hairs framed her face, and the rest of her dark locks hung down just to her shoulders.Dark red lipstick stood out on her face, that was now graced with laugH lines, light crow' s feet, and a bit of under eye baggage. Her clothing was now a loose fitting, long sleeved, lacy black top, and she had a silver skirt that went to her knees on. She had a bit of extra weight in the hips, butt and thighs.
"Well, I am okay for a middle aged lady," she sighed, and then...
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