What were the odds of these two girls sitting down next to such an alluring mature woman? Slim, to be sure, but what matters is that they made a great lineup.

My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming;
I love not less, though less the show appear

Where are you manners, young miss? You really ought to cover your mouth when you yawn; you might give someone the wrong idea. (Or perhaps that's your game, you vixen you?)

Spotted by the fair lass! Don't look so flustered. You should be happy that your face is one that attracts the attention of cameras. Many a homely girl would trade places with you without a second though.

That love is merchandized, whose rich esteeming,
The owner's tongue doth publish every where

Our love was new, and then but in the spring,
When I was wont to greet it with my lays

When it comes to feet, legs and flip flops, it rarely gets better than this action shot. A real stunner, this!

As Philomel in summer's front doth sing,
And stops his pipe in growth of riper days

Not that the summer is less pleasant now
Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night

Hello there! How do you do? I'm just appreciating your lovely contours. Go on now, keep on chit chatting. Don't mind me.

Now that's what I call obliging a photographer! My warmest thanks go out to you.

But that wild music burthens every bough

And sweets grown common lose their dear delight

Twisting and turning that lithe, supple, tanned, curvacious body of hers every which way. The photographer rejoices!

Therefore like her, I sometime hold my tongue

Because I would not dull you with my song.