Paul's selected a pair of seamed dark tan stockings and a lovely pink suspender belt that my wife hadn't worn for a few years and pulled the stockings...on over his pantyhose and clipped them on the suspenders. I had worn these stockings with that suspender belt many times and had always thought it looked good. It did now as it framed the perfect view of Paul's stiff cock as it reached up towards the waistband of his pantyhose. I grabbed my camera and took a few pics of him and he took some of. I’ll soon dry off. What a pity we didn’t bring the dogs! I bet they’d have loved it.”“Maybe but they would have needed towels with their shaggy coats.”“Dead right!”“Right! Fishy lunch!” ordered Peter.By the time they reached the promenade Penny was dry again but had to brush the salt and sand off her legs and feet before putting on her shoes.They meandered slowly along the front, looking at menus as they did. Suddenly Peter stopped.“Moules!” he exclaimed excitedly. “Just the job!”“Mools? What. They were prospering, David found natives were now helping them. ‘I used your idea with the Matabele, giving them a parcel of land in return for their help. I’m growing coffee and flax, which are good cash markets, I’m producing cheese and butter, which sells well. I’ve err met a woman in town and she has agreed to marry me. She’s a good woman, farm stock. She came out from Holland with her husband, but he died off the fervour five years ago.’ David smiled, ‘that’s wonderful news Paul, and. The dance was another two weeks out; I asked my mother to assist me in learning to dance. Hell, she'd been bugging me to learn, as had my father; my sisters thought it was funny, watching me try to lead Mama, and following Dad, but we showed 'em.I was Freddy Astaire in no time. Well, no, but you get it.The night of the dance, a Saturday, the parents drove the kids to the school gym. We were too young to be dating, and forget dating sans chaperones; our parents met, got along nicely, and cheered.