Her hands moved to her torn uniform, fingers finding the remaining buttons.
One by one, she popped them free.
The fabric parted, revealing her massive pale tits—fuller than Mira's, less saggy, the flesh still firm despite her age. Her nipples were raw and dark from last night's abuse, teeth marks still visible around the areolas.
She shrugged the uniform off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground in a crumpled heap.
Then her hands moved to her skirt, undoing the clasp and pushing it down her wide hips.
It pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked.
Helena's body was a contrast to Mira's. Same thickness—wide hips, soft belly, thick thighs—but different in key ways.
Her tits stood higher, rounder, less worn by time and breastfeeding. Her belly was smooth, unmarked by pregnancy's scars. Her pussy was hairy—thick dark curls that she'd never bothered to trim—and between her thighs, her asshole...
The gap was still there.
