In the quiet of the afternoon, a plump, mature woman, in her late fifties, finds herself alone at home. She's a grandmother now, but the years have not dampened her desires. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she begins to undress, her ample curves on display. She sits on the edge of her bed, her legs spread slightly, her fingers tentatively moving towards her still-rosy, still-sensitive folds. She's alone, but the thrill of possibly being caught only adds to her arousal.