Lying in bed that night, Gillian suggested we should go on Thursday night. She wanted to see it for herself and thought she would be more comfortable ...f there were other women present. I agreed and we decided that if no other couples were there, we could always take off quickly after short peek. We made it to Thursday night and I was sitting dressed in the family room. Gillian came downstairs and she had on a white mini skirt with a sheer sapphire blue blouse, no bra and four-inch high heel. I placed our tools on the side of the pool, leaving us standing hip to hip in waist deep water. She surprised me when she turned towards me, placing her hand on the back of my neck and drawing my face to hers. She kissed me gently.Our lips parted for a moment, and then reconnected almost immediately with much more passion.It had been years since I had last kissed a woman ... and this was such a young woman ... a very desirable one who was less than half my age. I shouldn’t be pawing her body. You can tell by the placenames. They wanted northern Northumbria - which, by the way, went as faras Stirling in those days - to be a buffer state under a client king. Theborder between England and Scotland wasn't fixed at the Tweed until theeleventh century. In fact you could argue that Scots is an offshoot ofGeordie, not the other way around." I stand corrected," smiles Gerald."Yeah, well I was born in County Durham. We only moved to Kent when I wastwelve." Kerrie told me. You've packed a lot. On Jessica, however, depending on how and where one was standing ... and how my new wife-in-training was leaning, standing or bouncing about, an occasional hint of bare under-boob could be seen, and undoubtedly appreciated.That all three of the crop-tops said ‘Girls Gone Psycho’, in bright, but faded, lettering. Well that certainly fit! Jessica giggled and then giggled a bit in place just so that I could fully appreciate the full effect before unpacking a handful of thongs into our now shared.