She stretches her leg and pulls the black stockings up to her thigh, both of them. She stands up and fastens the stockings in a garter belt of the same color. She admires herself, looking into a weathered mirror with a laboriously carved silver frame, set against the dusty wooden floor. Her breasts are exposed and her nipples are pink, the beautiful tits of a mature woman. She sits on a bed of crumpled sheets, elegant she...

She sat in a wicker chair with a wide, rounded, richly crafted backrest and a cream leather seat. She dress in a silver silk robe, her loose breasts marking the fabric, her straight hair tied on top of her head. Her legs were elegantly crossed, and tanned, her feet dangling inside white leather sandals. The newspaper lying on her thighs shows a headline: 'Berlin Surrounded! The Reds stop American convoys. The Cold War beg...

The overcoat glistens, the torrential rain pounding hard on the windows of the house. The man is completely wet from his shoes to his felt hat. The noise of thunder almost didn't let Monique be heard. “What happened, Patrick?” “Monique, please. I need to talk to you.” “Then come in, come on, man, quickly.” The young man passes by, and she closes the door. In the hallway the sound of drops fall on the marble floor. “Take o...