Blog Today: ALL REALITY PASS began as usual talking about the community, looking her over as he did, watching the unconscious habit of the finger coming up to push her glasses back into place, finding it cute. Her hair was obviously dyed but a color that went well with her lovely skin possibly adding further to her attractiveness. His own daughters had mouse brown hair that they dyed a light blonde. Her make up, although not what he would call subtle, was artfully applied. He surreptitiously looked at her breasts knowing that most women where capable of noticing anything more than a blink. What he could see of them they seemed to be soft and full. He liked them. He wasn't a tit man though, he had grown out of it early finding strong thighs and a full ass far more interesting. It didn't hurt that his wife of thirty years had had the legs and ass he dreamed of. He was of course far too old for her, his sixty years which his bald head and graying fringe portrayed, disallowed any thought of a romance, but the old can dream as well as the young. He felt he was just about old enough that he could have been her father. He was sure she was on the light side of forty but he knew she had troubles at home and saw some of the concern and care in her eyes that may have aged her, a little, throwing off his guesses. They talked on finally coming around to the garbage bin in front of the old house. While they talked about the possible renovations that were going on, and how nice it would be if they were able to see inside, Phoebe walked by overhearing their conversation.