Go to the neighbor's house

I looked out my window toward my neighbor's backyard. They had a pool which hosted many parties. I did attend the few that I was invited to, but only swam in the pool once. Chlorine is just something that I hate to have in my hair.

Right now, Bob was swimming his morning laps while his wife, Leah, and daughter, Alyssa were sunbathing in bikinis. For a mother of two, Leah had a tight and sexy body of someone half her age and the apple didn't far too far from the tree for Alyssa either. If it weren't for the fact I've been living next to them for the last ten years, I'd have thought they were two beautiful twin blondes. Bob is a lucky man.