Janet, 45, held neighborhood pool parties during the summer and at this one her nephew Dave, 19, was the center of attention of the preteen girls who giggled. Of course they were given reason since his boxer trunks were a bit transparent and so the inner netting could be dimly seen with his substantial penis waving in it, unshriveled by the water.
Watching from the kitchen window overlooking the backyard Janet's friend Margaret, 60, looked on also.
"The girls are quite taken with Dave," Janet said.
"They may have noticed what I have...and you too?" Margaret asked.
Janet nodded. "Do you think he is aware of how much he can be seen?"
"Hard to tell but I can tell you it isn't just the little girls looking," Margaret said.
Janet laughed and then went out to the yard and pool.
Not long after Janet came back and looked for another pot so she could heat up some chili.
"I hate to wash one now," Janet said.
"I have one. Send someone with me to my house and I'll give it to her. I think I'm pooped," Margaret said.
"I'll send Dave," Janet said, not thinking at all about that choice.
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Dave was in his trunks only for the short walk to Margaret's house next door.
"The girls are quite taken with you," she said to Dave.
"I admit it's complimentary but I am too old for them."
"Do you think maybe it's your swim trunks...you know they are a bit transparent."
Dave blushed. "I guess maybe that is part of it."
They arrived and entered Margaret's house and Dave waited in the living room until Margaret came from her kitchen with the pot.
"How really does anyone know what is a right age?" he asked.
Margaret put the pot down on a small table.
"It depends on what we are talking about," Margaret said. "Marriage, going steady?"
"And I am a kid I suppose to someone older and can't be disrespectful like just say "let's go out together," Dave said.
"And if a man, or boy if you will, my age, likes an older woman he does not want her to feel she is just easy because she hasn't maybe had a man in a long time," Dave continued
"You are wise for a 'kid.'" Margaret said. "But it should be up to the woman to decide."
There was a pause.
"Were you and aunt Janet looking at my trunks also, from the kitchen?"
"WE aren't dead...yes, of course," Margaret answered. "But we recognize our age, our wrinkles, that we aren't the tight women a young man would like."