The was standing their in his briefs which were tented with his erection since the white elastic cotton could not confine him now. He slid off his sho...s and stepped out of his shorts and moved them aside with his foot. He felt her hot eyes watching him and he tugged his briefs down on one side an then the other but hung over the hard erection of his manhood. He held more closely between her legs and felt her open to him, having turned his hand from flat against her thighs between her lips. "That's definitely true about Fred. He is still shedding tears regularly for Brenda." And how long would you wait if I died?" Diana floored him by asking.Jeff snapped his head around, jerking the wheel slightly. "Di, don't you ever say anything like that. I can't even think about that." Baby, do you think that Brenda would want him to sit and cry for her? Of course not. Any spouse that really loved his or her mate wouldn't want that. Sam would want her to get on with her life, and want his. I didn't remember the bottoms of her butt cheeks peeking out of those cut-offs four months earlier.Phoenix was sunning himself next to his pool. He was the quintessential graying hippie surfer, clasping a cold beer in a frozen gel holder. He was wearing a pair of Speedos that were about as wide as a strip of lasagna and looked like they were smuggling a cannoli. "Hey, man, like, I'm totally sorry I couldn't help with the bags, you know, but my back is, like, killing me. It's like all I can do. I jumped into my clothes and pulled my hair up into a conservative bun. I slipped my feet into a pair of open toed gray crocodile skin heels. I did a quick glance in the mirror, frowning as I realized I hadn’t got to enjoy my morning cup of coffee, before I ran out my door. I made it downstairs in six minutes. ‘Better.’ Mr. M muttered from behind his newspaper when I stood waiting before him. I controlled the blush this time. I really had to start getting that under control. ‘Now, if you will.