At least in England it was more acceptable, or sort of.But not in Africa. White women could think about it, but they couldn't do it or even talk abou... it except maybe in whispers to only their closest friends. Sometimes we would go to the local pool and wear our tightest and most revealing swimsuits. This was after the place was opened up to blacks. We would go there and just sort of lie around to get tanned but REALLY to watch black men and boys get turned on. We would wear our sunglasses. There was no one around, but they were still very close to the school. “Umm….”“Come on, the windows are tinted. No one will see you.”Kelly still hesitated; tinted windows or no, she felt very exposed here. This frustrated Jessica. “Do it or you can walk home.”At that, Jessica scrambled to comply. It wasn’t so much having to walk — it wasn’t very far anyway — but the threat of being banished from Jessica’s presence. She pulled her panties off and spread her legs so Jessica could see her.Jessica. I took the drive back home for the summer. When I walked into the house I was first greeted by my father with a handshake then my mother in the kitchen with a hug, then by my sister running and screaming leaping through the air and gave me a huge hug. I had just got home in time for dinner so we all sat down and caught up since I hadn't seen them in about six months or so. We talked about college and classes, and then my sister told me she tried out for the cheer team for next school year. I. He must have thought it was his mum or his sister for a split second, and of course he jumped out of his skin. Beforehe even properly took in who it was he vainly tried to cover up, first, laughably, with his hands, then with a pillow."Jesus" he said "Aunty Lyn!" AUNTY! "You were looking at me" I said, matter of factly "What do you mean, HOW?" he spluttered "Webcam" I said, "I've seen it, it's in the dud ceiling spot, and is plugged into your PC. Don't bullshit me! If that goes out on.