I found the stuff for my bed and got it organized then drew the curtain for Jennifer. “How much help do you need?” I asked her.“I’m going to s...eep in my panties and bra tonight but tomorrow I want to change so...” Jennifer blushed as she said the latter.Trying to make sure I didn’t smile, I told her I would look after whatever she needed in the morning.Morning came with little change in the wind; I’d have to try to see if I could get a weather forecast from someone on the main island. I’d been. We had dinner with the usual crowd. We had wine and a sumptuous meal. The wine was an Argentinian Malbec and the meat was Tuscan steak. There was a little more intensity to the flirting. All the men were very complimentary about Carol's look. I was sitting with my arm around the back of Carol's chair, softly stroking her neck. Carol was into full flirt mode with the other men them, gazing into their eyes and touching their arms and legs. A resort staffer went up to the stage and asked if the. I kissed her gently and turned her to her belly, examining the other enticing side of her aging body. Her buttocks were remarkable. No one would have guessed her age by looking at her posterior! The split rode high to her back and the cheeks protruded outwards, creating one of the most curved and sexy bottoms I have ever laid my eyes on. Some stray hairs decorated the top of her split, but there were no wrinkles anywhere on her back side. Her legs were long and shapely, and looked quite like my. I'm not sure why really - it certainly has nothing to do with genetics. My mother thought that if you had to read the nuker (microwave) instructions, it was serious cooking. That isn't totally fair and my Dad will defend her as a pretty good cook. Of course, he's my step- dad and he isn't objective when it comes to Mom. Mom could cook some stuff and even did now and then. Mom died a little over a year ago and, of course, I would never say anything bad about her cooking. Not in front of Dad.