Each time she kicked her legs, I’d get a great flash of gusset. That’s an old pool trick of mine. I just can’t resist it. It’s a bit like taki...g any chance you can get for a glimpse up a woman’s skirt, like when she’s on an escalator or something. Quite by accident (true!), from time to time we’d brush into each other when we were resting at the end of the pool. One morning I’d been following Doreen and, feeling rather more randy than usual, I’d got a bit of a hard on. Doreen brushed into me as. So things went fine first week or so, she likes to dress in skirts and shirts for comfort. I had her leave a business suit here for client meetings. Which is fine but the skirts were getting shorter by the second week. In a way they were getting pornographically short.We were taking a break in the kitchen one Thursday afternoon when the conversation drifted to the usual boring subjects to the fact her bedroom window faces our bedroom window.“I can see you sometimes when you and your wife make. Then the slightest of smiles played on the old lady's lips. She looked like she wanted to snap her fingers and say "hot diggedy-dog, I knew it!" Instead she held up the plate of cookies she'd brought out, leftover from the Blue Cat that day, another of Walt's favorites, as it happened. "Another vanilla wafer then?" And that was that. She offered no further explanations or information and Walt required none. He accepted the knowledge as if it had been something he'd known all along and in. He laughed and the tension dissolved. They stepped apart and after Molly found her keys, they left. ‘I’ve wanted to do that for a while,’ Jake said as he started the car. ‘I just wasn’t sure if I should.’ ‘Why would you think you shouldn’t?’ Jake shrugged. ‘I don’t know where I am quite yet. The whole thing with Chelsea messed me up and I don’t want to mess anyone else up.’ Molly felt her heart sink a little. ‘I can understand that. But…messing up is part of the risk of any relationship, isn’t.