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Mother-in-Laws Neighbours. He was a Headmaster. She was an Accountant. Their Twenties Something, Blonde, Daughter a Privately Educated Yacht Model. Perusing her "Picture Portfolio", Bikini Shots, some in colour, some black & white, pasted on A4 Sheets, she asked if I liked them. "Yes," I replied. "But where's the rest of the Boat Pictures ?" She seized the sheets from my hands. "Don't tell HER about them!" she shouted as she fled. Now, whenever she called at our house, with her "Young Executive Husband", in their white Sports Car, she'd sit on the sofa alongside my armchair. She'd wink at me, and, carefully hidden from my wife, and with a well rehearsed flick, she'd casually tuck the hem of her skirt into her waist-band. As they consume cheese and biscuits, and a cuppa, she'd display the full length of her naked right leg. Occasionally, she'd glance at me, smiling at my bulge as she raised her hem to display her carefully shaven mons, twisting and turning to open, then cross and uncross her legs, to give me a top-down, cliterous, vista.