Clair handed her a hose from the bong and we all sat back and smoked some. We sat around passing time in memories and common friends' stories as we sm...oked and drank beer. As we got sillier and drunker, Clair stood up and turned the music on and started dancing around the fire. Tami joined her dancing and prancing around the fire as the sun started to set. Clair was tanned all over while Tami was white as white gets. After a few songs they started to hold on to each other to steady themselves,. I can spot a nylon clad leg at 100 metres and once fixed in my sights I just can't avoid looking at it admiringly young or old,fat or thin I don't discriminate, I just love to see legs clad In nylon.Anyway back to the story...(there are pics/video in a gallery to go with this story)Well here's the dilemma I faced the other day, my lady came back from her daughters house (not blood related to me) and brought in a big washing basket full of washing as her daughters washing machine had broke. . problem might be," Pamela replied."It's just so frustrating," Jenny blurted out."I know, but unless you wish to chance a scandal, then you have few options available, the best way being, simply to deny yourself ... though it's not an option I could willingly choose, nor I suspect you..." Pamela said."I know that too," Jenny sighed."Unlike a few of the local widows you haven't the opportunities to indulge in a discreet affair as you don't have the contacts or the local knowledge of how to be. The usual age disclaimer applies except the participants wish they were 18 again. What if? That was the persistent question in my mind. It seemed that I had no free time in my mind to think of anything else, once I thought of her again. Oh, yes, I could remember shopping lists, to do the dishes, all the mundane things associated with existing, but the area in my mind that is connected with free thinking was no longer able to drift, wander and roam. What if? Should I write out my thoughts and.