We spoke for a little while and I saw that she was taking some sod home and told her I could help her unload it and she agreed and gave me her address... I met her at her trailer house and helped her plant her sod around a tree and we went in for something to drink. It was a hot summer day and the cold water tasted good. Sindee was 60 and I was 52 and we had met and talked pretty nastily over the web for a couple of weeks, feeling each other out. She was about 5"4" with a slender build. She. He has such a charming smile, funny and clever too. In his hand he had Kiara, his petite 5’4 dancer and gymnast girlfriend. She had larger breast than mine, probably a C cup. Her tiny waist led to wide hips and a firm ass and muscular legs from so many years of dance. Her curvy body is barely dressed, having only a red tube top with that matches her red lipstick and a high waisted, very revealing jean shorts. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, but her tits are perky and they held themselves. However, we both have a lot of things going on in our lives at this moment in time and most importantly, we’re only twelve. I see us together for the rest of our lives, but you never know what’s going to happen tomorrow, much less years from now.”“That ring I gave you is an absolute promise of friendship, for as long as we both live. It’s also a promise that we will be dance partners for as long as possible ... maybe until we teach our own grand children how to Waltz and Quickstep.”“That’s. ..” “Could they see anything?” “Well, I wasn't wearing a bra.” She looked down at the one she was wearing, soaking wet and nearly transparent. Bill followed her gaze. It had become clear that she didn't mind him looking. “And could they see your uh... tits then.” The trace of a blush lit up Kara's cheeks. “Well, I suppose so. It wasn't like I was trying to hide them or anything.” “And they were taking pictures?” “Uh huh, of course,” she replied confidently. “And you didn't mind?” Kara's eyes.