Tina snapped back into awareness when she saw Bette walking towards her.  She heard the last statement ‘T, you really need to take care of this drooling problem that you are having.’  Tina looked Bette right in the eye, “You ass.”

Bette smirked, “You love it.”  Reaching her arms out to pick up Angelica.  “Let’s go swimming baby.”  Then walked to the pool steps and got in the pool with Angie.

Tina watched Bette and Angelica playing for a few minutes.

“T, why don’t you join us?”

Tina got up from the lounge chair, walked over to the edge of the pool removed her sarong and quickly got into the pool.  They swam, played and enjoyed the company of their family until they were tired and wrinkly.

“T, how about we get out and get some dinner?”

“Sounds good, I’ll get out and why don’t you hand Angie up to me?”

Tina swam over to the steps, climbed out, put her sarong back on, went over to the table where the towels they had gotten out earlier were placed and went to the edge of the pool where she bent down so Bette could lift Angie up to her arms.  She embraced Angie into the big beach towel and started drying her off.  Meanwhile Bette was doing a few laps in the pool.  Tina couldn’t help but watch the lithe muscles moving with an elegant grace.

Ten minutes later Bette decided that she was done with her laps so swam over to the stairs where she slowly and carefully walked up them.

Tina heard movement in the pool raised her head from drying Angie off and was surprised to see her gorgeous ex-wife climbing out of the pool.  In her white bikini, dripping.  She couldn’t help but stare.  Focusing more clearly on the sight before her, on the long never ending legs stepping out of the water; the bikini bottoms that covered the special place that she knew so well that she had spent years worshipping; on the fit abdomen with those abs, those glorious perfectly fit well defined abs; the bikini top that was barely covering the wonderful breasts that they were encasing, the white now wet and see through top.  She took a deep breath in slowly exhaling “Oh God” Bette’s nipples were at full attention and seem like they would cut through the material of the suit.  She kept looking up Bette’s body to the beautiful face that held so many expressions, to the deep dark eyes that with one look she could see into Bette’s soul and into places that only had been shown to one woman, her.