She again adjusted herself allowing him greater access to start fingering her on the ladder. To my amazement none of the lifeguards were going to say ...anything to him as everyone at the pool knew what was going on. It seemed to be a turn-on to most of the people at the pool. I noticed other couples warming up and enjoying this new freedom. Finally one of the women lifeguards approached me and asked if I knew what was going on at the high dive. I said I was fully aware, knowing she was getting. I regularly used a phone contact line for gay and bisexual people attempting to get contacts and arrange meetings, which was on occasion successful but not very often, many time wasters just out for a cheap thrill and scared of making a real contact and following through with it.This event happened about 10 years ago now and I often recall it with fondness, although at the time I thought I had blundered very badly. I had a run of several good contacts, I can recall meeting a guy locally at his. "Saya, while a sweet girl, only ever wanted to be your girlfriend, to enjoy your time together while you had it. I warned you at least twice! But you had to go out and get attached. So now where are you? Any better off than you were when I first met you?"I stopped to think about it. "I think so. I don't feel as bad. After the divorce, I was an emotional wreck. Now, I'm an emotional void. Neutral is better than negative, isn't it?" I guess. I'm pretty used to feeling neutral myself. Maybe we. .ummm." Momma shakes her head hearingwhat I was starting to say and stares at me while I don't finish myresponse. I just lay on the plastic pad that actually feels kind of goodlaying down, but my legs hang over the pad as I see mommy putting herhand around both my ankles at once and lifts my legs into the air. I canfeel the breeze from outside going across my bottom.It's hard to see what momma is putting on me. The stuff on me feels likepowder and something she is rubbing in. All I can see are.