Still leaning back, she brought her right hand up to her face, and then slowly ran it down her neck and over her body, cupping her right breast for a ...moment. She arched her right leg up, so that she could run her hand over her long, black-stockinged leg. Her dress slid to her waist, revealing the flesh at the top of her stocking.She rocked forward and sat upright quickly, body swaying slightly in time with the music. She closed her eyes for a second, reaching up and unpinning her dark blonde. Will you forgive me for being like this."I saw mom appeared a little upset, yet she was also being turned on by what she was doing. I didn't know whether it was the wine that had finally got to her, but she seemed to be fighting her own feelings.Still looking at her hard in the eyes I said, "Please mom, don't feel embarrassed or bad about it. I do understand. Just think of it like me being turned on my your body, but in reverse. Just do what you feel like. I don't mind at all. You are helping. It was just a perfect place to spend time. When we arrived she noticed that there were fewer people there than on the regular beaches we had visited on the mainland. One thing she noticed even more was that some girls and women were topless or even nude. She caught me watching them and started to tease me about being a pervert. We eventually found a nice spot under some trees; Tina fell asleep and my eye caught sight of a beautiful, topless, dark-haired woman, who was about 35 years old. She. When we met, and started dating, she was very upfront about her interests in Africa, and, as we got closer, she admitted that she wanted to have an African-fathered baby someday as well. By then I'd fallen in love with Mara, and I wanted her and I to be married. When I told her that, she was flattered, of course. But, she said that if we did get married, that she wanted a black baby; and that whoever she did marry would have to accept that; and I immediately told her that I wouldn't object to.