I remember one time when she was wearing a short skirt while we were drinking out on the patio, Leo went to grab us some beers and Elaine was sitting with her legs crossed. When Leo left, she began to bounce her leg while dangling her shoe from the tip of her toes. I couldn't help but to be distracted and once I began to look at her luscious, tanned legs. Elaine looked directly at me, uncrossed her legs, and parted them momentarily, exposing her white lace panties. I could plainly see the outlines of a landing strip of pubic hair. As I stared between her legs, Elaine lifted one...