For all I know, they could all be MILFs. I didn’t ask them. Maybe I should just walk up to women and ask, “Excuse me ma’am. Are you a MILF?”
It was a cold, windy day at the beach. At least they had an antique car show going on, and I didn’t have to ask this car if it’s an antique. It’s pretty obvious, right?
As for bikinis, the only show in town was right under my nose, where these three ladies camped out. They were almost too close for my zoom lens, and I didn’t even have to get out on the sand: