Since it ran down her top, I had to remove that revealing her perfect set of breasts. I lapped every bit of beer off of her breasts and nipples, one a... a time. I then slid down her bathing suit bottom and made my way with my tongue down to her waiting mound. I removed my own bathing suit and sat down on the sand, positioning myself directly in front of Debbie’s neatly trimmed bush. She started to moan as I increased the intensity of my tongue strokes, attempting to get ever deeper into her as. The entire way I viewed my f****y and the world around it changed forever. Things that were abstract and absured ideas were now realities in my own life. I didn’t even really know what a strap-on was, and now my mother was a lesbian being fucked with one by a woman who chatted with me about Shakespear and ate at our dinner table. My world was upside down. What I saw between Margie and my mother made my head spin. It made me think and feel things that I hadn’t even considered before. I had been. Now, this is a good start, but let's see more," she says, patting my ass to shoo me back to the dressing room. I try on several more ... still riding on the conservative side ... especially on the bottoms. I am just used to having to hide a cock and hard to realize I don't have that worry anymore. While, back in the room, a bikini comes flying over the door.“Try on this polka dot one. It will look hot on you,” Carrie says.I put it on - what there is of it. Basically 4 tiny pieces are held. I felt so sorry for her; I understood she might have been bullied about it because it might have happened in school occasionally too when she was younger. I comforted her and told her that I was not disgusted at all and that I thought it to be a normal behaviour in certain situations. She eased up a bit and walked to the ocean to wash off.After rinsing herself of, she walked back over and wanted reassurance of what I had just said. I decided to take a risk and told her that she should even try.