Tom had a closer look at the finish and was impressed with the workmanship. Fern hung around all day waiting for it to fill. It didn’t finish fillin... till about mid day and Tom came over just then. He had a wooden sign with him and a couple of screws. He laughed and turned the sign around for me to see. “Clothing optional” thought you’d like this, he said and proceeded to screw it on the outside of the hut facing the house. The temperature was cool but not cold so we sat around on the patio and. .. just maybe ... this was an opportunity to do it right.All I needed to do was decide what would make it right.Fuck!I was a forty-two-year-old woman trapped in my seventeen-year-old body. My head knew all kinds of things jumbled together in a mad chaos of experience and inexperience. I’d spent twenty-five years saying, ‘If I had it to do over again... ‘ And now here I was. The problem was that my seventeen-year-old self was still subject to seventeen-year-old hormones, conditioned responses,. .. Quietly now, don't let them hear us coming!" he added,"Maybe we can see some boobs!" Matin and I crept cautiously towards the shed, excitement in ourhearts. "Wonder how pretty the girl is?" Martin whispered excitedly tome. I was far more interested in checking out the size of the cock of theunknown guy, but didn't let that appear in my face. We kept to the bushes,heads down, and reached the windowsill. We both slowly raised our headsover the level of the window. Luckily, there was a row of. We used to kiss good bye, and occasionally I brushed her lips and my hands would touch her legs and arms slightly. On one occasion, I spanked her, she turned around in disapproval, to censure me. I replied: "Oh, what can I do about it? You're so gorgeous and attractive!" She stopped complaining as these unexpected response came along with the compliment, this made her cool down. On another occasion, I ordered her to stand up erect, so her boobs could be priced as they showed off in its.