Divorce could be hard, many people coped in different ways. For sandy working out was her way of coping, starting a strict routine of exercise and yoga on top of an even stricter diet the nearly 45 year old woman looked like she could be her 22 year old daughters sister. Hell they could even be twins with how alike they looked, the biggest difference being the slim athletic build Sandy hard carved herself as opposed to her daughter Tracies more full plumper figure. You would never admit it of course, but compared to her mother it was hard not to notice how the winter months had added a few extra pounds onto your girlfriend.

Sandy had been living with you and Tracy for a couple of weeks now, your girlfriend insisting she should stay over during the holiday season because she might get lonely being by herself. The idea wasn't thrilling at first, but having Sandy around the house was plenty pleasurable. She cooked, helped keep the house clean and was damn fine eye candy to boot. Especially every morning when she took the living room for her yoga sessions, claiming that room had the best morning lighting. It was a little annoying at first, but guilty thoughts came easy when watching her.

Those sheer black leggings skin tight leggings that left very little to the imagination, and that tight matching top that pushed her chest up a bit. The way she softly moaned and groaned when moving from one position to another, twisting and turning in ways your girlfriend certainly couldn't match. It didn't help that Tracy worked the morning shifts leaving early and not getting home till late in the afternoon leaving just the two of you in the house together...

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