Picture you and me on a Sunday morning in July, with me wearing a long flowered skirt, sitting on my picnic bench, with the sounds of the breeze, birds chirping, wind chimes, and the cicadas screaming up in the trees overhead. Got it? OK, now imagine you telling me you'd love to see me paint my toenails. I ask if I should apply shimmer lotion to my legs first, and you say ‘yes.' I get my stuff and come back. I pull up my skirt and start putting shimmer lotion on. You can see the muscles in my legs and you start to get aroused. (I may be fifty-nine, but I still know how to be sexy!) Then I hike...
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Picture you and me on a Sunday morning in July, with me wearing a long flowered skirt, sitting on my picnic bench, with the sounds of the breeze, birds chirping, wind chimes, and the cicadas screaming up in the trees overhead. Got it? OK, now imagine you telling me you'd love to see me paint my toenails. I ask if I should apply shimmer lotion to my legs first, and you say ‘yes.' I get my stuff and come back. I pull up my skirt and start putting shimmer lotion on. You can see the muscles in my legs and you start to get aroused. (I may be fifty-nine, but I still know how to be sexy!) Then I hike...