Turning back to switch off the bathroom light, she paused when she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her brown hair was brushed and silky, falling to her shoulders, and was probably the thing she liked most about her face although she now had to die it to disguise the grey hairs that were beginning to appear. Without her makeup, she thought that her face looked plain, although to an unbiased observer they would have probably judged her handsome rather than beautiful. Certainly her dark eyes were pleasant, and if her lips were not as full as others certainly they formed a nice smile. Not that she smiled much these days.

Her body was still good though. She had put on weight, inevitably with the passing years and she’d never really recovered her former svelte figure after the birth of her two children, both now fully grown and having left the nest. She still had a waist though, and her hips were broad and voluptuous rather than fat, forming a lovely hourglass shape she thought in her blue camisole. Her legs were too short for her liking, but her tits were still fantastic, large and buxom double D-cup tits that filled her clothes very well indeed. Her legs were too short for her liking, but her thighs remained pretty firm - not that anyone really paid much attention any more, certainly not Roger.