. not yet a lumber or a plod or even a trudge ... we were roaming ... spring in our step. Not necessarily marching, parading or prancing, we were taki...g a tour ... traipsing.We were gussied up. A guaranteed, warranted, and authorized pair of teenagers. The elders said we passed our authenticity test. We were pre 1823 and looked it. Slightly smudged, a little dusty but in period. Couldn’t call our outfits costumes because there was no attempt at fakery. We wore leather, cotton, feathers and wool. The limes and oranges were in their own little plastic bowls ready to meet their fate in a summer beer.Heather ditched her pool cover-up and assumed her position on a lounge chair in the sun. She sprayed herself down with aerosol tanning oil, which I felt took a lot of the fun out of pool day, for me at least. I popped off my t-shirt and settled in next to her, with the cooler between us. I applied sunblock, as my Scottish heritage was not one of sun-worshipper. I looked down at my. As the tub filled she shrugged off her robe and looked at her body in the bathroom’s full length mirror. Although in her forties, she looked more like she was in her early thirties. Her flat belly and small waist made her large tits look even bigger than they really were. Her pussy was almost bald except for the narrow strip of closely cropped hair. The diamond jewel piercing her labia was now twice the size as it had been before being activated and sparkled brightly with sexual energy waiting. She’s been on the phone for 30 minutes obviously talking to her friends. She’s Scottish with bubbly outgoing personality. If I was 25 years younger I would love to have become more than friends with this girl. I know I stand no chance chatting this lady up but that’s not going to put me off a very fetching view. Anyway I open my flask of coffee and iPad. As the miles pass the young lady opens a laptop and appears to be working. Our eyes occasional meet, we just smile and return to our.