<a class="link link--external" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/5e/c7/07/5ec707da1bbc3183553aefa61c325d1b.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Clare</a>Simpson was a thirty one year old pillar of the community. The daughter of a CEO, she had found herself at nineteen married to a friend of her father, binding two of the richest families in the area together as tightly as any corporate merger. Quickly pregnant, Clare birthed a son and two daughters in quick succession. Assisted by the help of nannies and other professionals and products money can get, Clare had become a wonderful mother and social scion.<br/><br/>What Clare had missed was her true college experiences.  She had graduated, and all would say she was intelligent as well as beautiful, but to Clare, she had missed out on so much of youth at having to marry so young to someone so much older. Developmentally, in some parts of her life, Clare was stuck at twenty.<br/><br/>Fortunately, her father and husband had collaborated to give her a useful occupation by way of an ostentatious country club. Clare was given the secondary  pool, sauna  and gym complex. She had turned these into temples of health and celebrated the youth and beauty Clare adored. The younger MILFs could find daycare, the younger men who could chase those MILFs followed and the teens found good hangout away from their overbearing parent's generation.<br/><br/>On this evening, while the nanny watched the kids at home, Clare was completing a run in the gym and had begun stripping down and donning a towel in the shower room. She was looking at herself in a full length mirror when she heard another person in the locker room. Bending her head down a bank of lockers, Clare caught the eye of Lea. Waving and smiling, Clare was pleased to see Lea was living up to her hopes of a beautiful, yet hard working member of the staff. And she was wearing that ridiculous eye candy outfit Clare had picked out.<br/><br/>"hey Lea! I guess it's closing time already. Thanks so much for looking after the pool. Big plans for your evening? Guess they won't include this old lady habit of looking in a body mirror counting imperfections."