I am a widow. I am a mother to over 16 children (none adopted, all mine). I am a mixed-race woman. My father was an Indian, but my mother was white Br...tish.I am a retired model and belong to a nudist culture.It was a bright November morning. My family and I were in the backyard, bathing in the light of the sun. Our naked bodies imbibed the warmth from the golden rays of the fiery ball in the sky. “Kavya, can you get me a glass of water,” I said to one of my daughters.Like a. I was hesitant to meet a complete stranger, after a few messages I gave him the room number. Roughly 30 mins later I heard a slight knock on the door, I turned off the lights and slowly proceeded to the door. I opened it up and he came in and I sat on the edge of the bed. He could see that I was very hard and slowly inserted his hand into my bra and began rubbing my breast and playing with my hard nipples.I could feel myself getting harder almost felt as if the skin was going to burst, with the. I blushed, Sue said, "Yep that's our Mom."We all started to laugh.That was the first year that I met every member of Nick's family, they all came home for Christmas. I can truthfully say not one of them made me feel un-welcome. In all my life, I never met a family like this. They were so close, never fighting with each other, or ashamed of anything. They talked as equals with their parents, but showed the respect their parents deserved.That first Christmas will always stick in my mind, cause. “Fuck!” “Annie? Is that you? Are you home? Annie?” her dad was already upstairs at her door. “Well, he’s fast!” thinks Annie with her panties half down, as she was pulling the skirt to cover herself. “With your phone and your laptop, of course…Why aren’t you at school, miss?” “I woke up real late today and I thought I souldn’t go only for two hours, dad…” “Mmmm…Where’s your mom, Annie?” “She’s at some friends, dad. She said she won’t come until dinner.” “Oh yea?” “You’re not mad on me because I.