I happened to call a middle-aged woman as a masseuse in the countryside. She must have been beautiful in her past and very popular. Her appearance and the way she spoke, mixed with a bit of dialect, soothed me, and the time passed by in an instant. The panty line on her buttocks, the glimpse of her chest, the scent of a mature woman wafting from behind closed doors. Unable to contain my excitement, I started to flirt with her...