Grandmother looked like a woman who is usually depicted in erotic magazines, not at all. She was 57 years old, she was tall, with a stately posture, elegant and graceful, with rather square shoulders emphasizing a well-developed chest. She had thick gray hair that fell in waves below her shoulders, and bright blue eyes, usually hard as stone. She tried to hide her plump lips with laconic lipstick, but she was always impeccably groomed, made-up and dressed. Outwardly very attractive, but with a heart as cold as a witch's kiss, grandmother in a white lace short nightgown, raised the hem of her shirt up with her hand, her pubis and vagina are visible, her bare legs are spread, with wrinkled skin, her breasts are sagging, groping breasts, rubbing clitoris, biting nipples, bare legs, thighs in an shaded abandoned basement there is hay on the floor, ropes, shovels and rakes hang on the walls