"...I am turning 87 in a few months," Shelly responded timidly, her voice soft and shy as she looked away, cheeks burning with a deep, adorable flush that spread all the way down her neck and across the tops of her massive breasts.
"I see… you're so young…" I murmured, though my mind was spinning.
No really, that is way too young!
I desperately hoped she wasn't anywhere near being considered a minor by Amazon standards.
Ah, but I clearly remembered the time a petite Amazon had tried hard to seduce me.
Her mother had pulled me aside with genuine worry in her eyes.
When I asked why she was so anxious, the woman had explained carefully, "My daughter is very curious about mating… But she is still not of age enough to fully indulge yet. She is only 50. Can you please wait another decade until she is mature enough to tread properly the path of mating?"
I was like, "sure," but how old did she think I even am, to call age 50 below maturity?
