I think that she must have been braver than the boy because she now had a towel round her and it looked like she had taken her costume off because she...no longer had any straps over her shoulders. She lay down on the same lounger and after a minute and some more whispering she lifted her knees. Sneaking quick looks round the magazine I could just make out some black pubic hairs. From the angle I thought that Jon would be able to see better and when I talked to him later, yes he had. He’d been. “Thank you Natasha, it’s been a long time since I have had such a beautiful date for dinner and I think this may become an interesting and even enjoyable evening.As he took her hand she again felt that warm tingling sensation fill her entire body and she felt really good about herself for the first time in a long time.“Now tell me about yourself”She started to tell him about her life in Eastern Europe and how she had come over to the new country. And she told him about her job and how badly she. She sighed before saying, “Honey, I don't know if this is a good idea.” “Sure it is, mom. Trust me it won't take long,” I reassured her. With that said she started to unbutton her white blouse. I watched her closely as she slowly but surely unbuttoned the blouse entirely. I had seen my mother in just her bra before but never like this... never had she undressed just for me. “Maybe we should go inside love,” she said to me with her blouse neatly folded on her arm. “Yeah good idea,” I replied.. Gaydar, you know." "What's that?" I asked. "It's kind of an outdated term. A gay person can always spot another gay person. It's like radar but for sexuality." "How about my mother?" I asked. "No way," Karla said. "She's a beautiful woman but definitely straight. And we have to be very careful not to hold hands or do anything wrong that she might pick up on. Can you do that?" We found times for two other sessions on that trip and she flew to meet me one month later. She told me to find a safe.