As she got out I found myself checking her out and looking at her nice young hard body and those tight atlethic legs. Gayle played softball and she wa... in good shape for her age plus she was just starting to grow tits. I realized that while I was watching her ass and trying to to follow her crack of ass to between her legs that I was getting hard. When Gayle finally dove in the pool she somehow had lost the bottoms of her cute bikini. I was pretending not to look but found myself staring at. ”“Don’t be. I think I was the one responsible. As long as I can play with one of your ‘girls’ I’ll be happy.”She let out a quick laugh. Her face became thoughtful. Another light flush emerged; not a full blush, just rosiness on her cheek bones, a sign she had something intimate on her mind. “Do you ever play with yourself?”Intrigued where she was going, I answered truthfully. “Yes, but not so much in the past few weeks. Do you?”She turned back to the television. “Sometimes. Do you think ... I. She withdraws to her room to think and be alone, to trace the passing of the years, to fantasize and to wonder what happened to her life, how at one time everything had seemed possible. Along with her romance novels she has started reading poetry from her old college textbooks. One Sunday afternoon she read ‘To His Coy Mistress.’ When she came to the line ‘time’s wing’d chariot hurrying near,’ she threw the book across the room. ***** That was her life until this evening, when something. We were always standing close to one another and touching each other lightly. He asked me to put my arms round him to steady him whilst squatting. I was really turned on by the smell of his sweat. We took off our tops and trained bare chested. “Wow! Your chest’s really pumped,” he said, feeling it softly. I didn’t object. I’d reciprocate by complimenting him on his biceps and giving them a squeezeHe looked great in his tight white shorts. He had the most compact and beautifully shaped.