Like Violet she always wore old fashioned type dresses, but on her they were always seeming to strain somewhere. Unfortunatly years earlier Rheumatoid...Arthritis had severally twisted and crippled her feet. She stood and walked slowly and painfully using a walker and special shoes with metal leg braces built in. As a result she usually spent her time sitting at the front of the house in the living room watching TV. Or more often sitting in the back of the house in the parlor reading, doing. When I say gorgeous bush, I am mainly referring to the color and the fact that her hair was much more sparse than mine. I could see her lower lips much more clearly than I had seen mine for years. Unselfconsciously, she touched up the shaving of her long, shapely legs while she chattered on about a plan for us to go horse-back riding. I watched, fascinated by her red-gold pubic curls and the shapely ripples of her calf muscles as she stretched her toes, inspecting her leg for stray nubs. As she. All of the neighbours were friendly too, a middle aged couple (Ron and Linda) lived in the next door house and would often pop in to see Jane or she would go next door. On one occasion Jane asked if I could go next door and help Ron move an old wardrobe, which I happily did.There was something about Ron and Linda that turned me on, it was really Linda that first got me eye. She was an attractive curvy lady, a fairly ordinary suburban housewife of the time. She would dress in knee length skirts. ” Cricket said.Dietrich laughed and ran his hand through his hair. “I’ve never seen that to matter much. Women much older than that have been making passes at me since I was sixteen at least.”“Well, yeah but...” Cricket started to say, then stopped herself and fought the urge to blush at the compliment she’d been about to pay him. “Maybe we should just dance?”Dietrich turned out to be a remarkably good dancer. Cricket had more than ten years of ballet, but less than a year of ballroom. Dietrich.