There was a paved path going in one direction, following the ledge, and we decided to follow it and see where it went. Well, I always like any kind of exploring, and Beth went along with it. After about 75 feet, it led to another lookout point, complete with paved area and stone fence. We could barely see the other area and couldn’t see our car any more. The place remained deserted and very quiet–we would hear a car long before it reached the parking lot.

I commented to Beth how great it was. She agreed, but I knew she wasn’t as intrigued by the opportunity to look at a whole valley from above as I was. She mentioned how deserted the place was. I was still looking out over the valley and she came up behind me. She hugged me around the middle of my body, pressing her body against mine. I was standing about a foot from the railing, leaning on it just a little with my hands. She just stood there, hugging me. I felt the side of her head against my back.

One of her hands slid down and cupped my cock! This wasn’t like Beth. I almost said something, but just stood there. Her hand started rubbing and working. I couldn’t believe it. Her other arm was still tight around my body. Then both of her hands were down at my cock and unzipping my zipper. This was *definitely* not like Beth! Her fingers found my cock and pulled it out. Then with one hand pressed to my pants, the other hand started stroking my cock. It was already enlarging–now it started to get hard. She just stroked on and on, slowly.

I wondered about Beth. She really wasn’t in to playing with my cock as far as I knew. And she *certainly* didn’t start things like this! She continued to stroke. Then her fingers left my cock and I felt her unbuckling my belt! We were still both completely silent. She had my belt open and opened my pants. She took hold of my cock again while she pulled my pants down with her other hand and left them bunched around my ankles. Then she stretched my briefs to get my cock back through the slit and pushed them down with my pants! Then she stroked again, slowly. She alternated that with softly running her fingers around, barely touching it. She spent time on the underside of the head. Also, as she stroked with one hand, her other hand caressed my body around my cock, sometimes doing my balls for a while.

Then while she was stroking my cock with one hand, but very softly, her other hand slid around my hip to my ass. She squeezed one cheek and then the other, then her fingers slid into my crack running up and down and finally resting on my rear hole. I was breathing harder and on the verge. She must have sensed it–she stopped stroking my cock and ran her hand over my balls and around my crotch again. But her other hand still rested one finger right on my rear hole. She wiggled it slightly and started pressing. I felt the tip of her finger enter! It withdrew again and her hand was on my cock again, stroking. Her finger pressed in my rear again and she stroked harder!

There was no stopping it, I was too far gone. I came, just as I felt her finger slide right in. She slid it back and forth all the time I was coming. I couldn’t believe how much I came.

Then I was done. Her finger had slipped out of my ass and she was gently caressing my body and my cock with both hands. I just stood there trying to catch my breath. Then I felt a hard slap on my rear and she was gone! I turned to see her jogging away, down the path, looking back at me and grinning. I noted her little shorts and tank top. She turned, and walking backwards, lifted the top and flashed her breasts at me and stuck her tongue out at me. Then she giggled and turned and ran. I shuffled after her, trying to pull up my pants at the same time. By the time I had them up, she was out of sight.

      Well, I sat there at breakfast and surreptitiously peeked at Cynthia, wondering how she could be having this effect on me! She was dressed in shorts and a sleeveless white top, her long limbs showing. The way she smiled at me did things to me I couldn’t believe! I wished that Greg was home, though I couldn’t imagine slipping off with him while Cynthia was around. I sat there, trying to keep my conversation going, but feeling very distracted.
      After breakfast, we really had nothing to do, so we went out to the mall. We were in a clothing store and I tried on a couple of skirts, but having Cynthia around was still affecting me. I encouraged her to try on an outfit, and soon I found myself looking forward to getting her to try on more of them. Cynthia came out of the dressing room dressed in this sexy little black dress and she asked me and the saleslady what we thought. I looked at her, and my heart skipped a beat! I managed to stay calm though and tell her I thought the dress suited her. The saleslady agreed. Cynthia was looking around for another dress to try on, and I found myself asking the saleslady if she knew of any dresses that would look good on Cynthia. She showed me one and Cynthia agreed to try it on, and the saleslady and I looked for more. Then the saleslady said, “You’re hooked on her, aren’t you?”
      Cynthia was changing at the time. It took a second for it to sink in, then I felt a momentary wave of panic. I was *that* transparent? I forced myself to speak as nonchalantly as the saleslady had: “Excuse me?”
      ”Oh, you can’t deny it–you have the hots for her. You like to see her dress up.”
      ”She’s my *sister-in-law* and we just came in to do some shopping!” I wasn’t nonchalant anymore, but I managed to keep my voice in a low hiss.
      ”And you like to see her body. Here, we could try to convince her to try on this,” and she showed me this slinky little dress that Couldn’t believe! I don’t know when she could wear such a thing other than for her future husband. “I’ll bet she’ll try it on,” continued the saleslady, “encourage her,” and she pushed it in my hands. I looked down at it and just about went into a trance.
      Cynthia had come out and was modelling another dress. Once again, it almost killed me to look at her, and I felt a lump rising in my throat about the thought of seeing her in the dress in my hand. Finally, Proceeded to talk her into trying it on. I surprised myself how smooth*and* relentless I could be! I told her it was just for a lark. I told her she should at least have the chance to see what she would look like in such a dress. She went for it, and took it into the changing room.
      The saleslady said “You’d like to see her nude, wouldn’t you?” I didn’t see how she could be so forward.
      ”Listen,…” I started, ready to tell her what’s what.
      ”Oh, stop denying it–listen to me: I’ll tell you how you can get your chance to see her nude.” The part of me that wanted to do it kept me tongue-tied and I just stood there dumbly.
      ”Good,” she went on, “I know this pond you can take her to go swimming. It’s a little out of the city and no one goes there, so you can just drive her there and tell her it’s so hot you two should just take a dip.”
      ”Go swimming naked?!” I said. Then Cynthia came out of the dressing room. I was transfixed. After a few seconds of just staring, I glanced at the saleslady. She was staring too, but in a second she seemed to come to her senses. Anyone, man or woman would have stared at Cynthian that dress. She had come out preening, but looked a little alarmed at our reaction. In a second, we were both telling her how great it looked, if a bit daring. Cynthia seemed a bit embarrassed by the idea of other people in the store possibly coming over and seeing her so she went to take it off.
      As soon as she left, the saleslady proceeded to tell me how to get to this pond she was talking about. She said just make sure we have a beer for lunch, and then just drive out, telling Cynthia that on the spur of the moment I’d remembered a perfect way to beat the heat. Cynthia came out and we left, but as we left I felt I was in the possession of dangerous knowledge… I didn’t know if I’d be responsible for my own actions!
      I found myself taking us to one of those restaurant-bar chains for lunch and sure enough, we each had a beer. I stared at Cynthia while she wasn’t looking and sometimes I thought I’d never do anything like that saleslady suggested and other times I was afraid I’d already decided to do it. We sat there and talked a bit, and then, sure enough, when we left, I found myself following the sales lady’s directions. And I even used her line.
      We ended up on a little country road and turned onto a little track into the fields. Eventually we came to this little pond in a very obscure spot! No one was around, and it looked like people seldom came there. I broached the idea of taking a swim. Cynthia laughed and thought I was crazy. I told her it was no big deal, just a way to cool off, and that no one knew about this spot. In a minute I could see she was wavering and finally she went along with it!
      We stood there, and I realized she wasn’t just going to take off her clothes while we watched each other. I turned aside and pulled off my top. I didn’t look her way, but started talking as if this were something I do all the time. I glanced back at her and she was just staring at me, open-mouthed. Lust? No, just shock–she wasn’t quite ready for this yet.
      ”Oh, don’t worry about it, this is nothing!” I said, trying to encourage her and defuse her embarrassment. Finally, she nervously started taking off her top. I looked away, and continued, taking off my shorts and kicking off my shoes. A discrete peek revealed she was nervously glancing at me while continuing to undress. Soon I was completely nude, and I walked up and tested the water with my hand.
      ”Come on,” I said as I turned around. She was just taking off her panties and her breasts were bare! When she stood up, completely nude, I stared in awe, but was quick enough to catch myself before I made a scene. I walked in a few steps, and then dived down under water to get myself used to it quickly, and came up and looked back. She was so sexy! She was at the edge of the pool now, and cautiously making her way in. I kept looking at her, but I kept a playful smile on my face as if I were just waiting for her to join the fun. Soon she was in and we were both swimming.
      I couldn’t believe it. This was too much! Here I am lusting after a woman, and swimming with her, nude! And she has *no* idea! It occurred to me that I might get us into playing tag or some other touching game!I could pull her under in fun? Tickle her? I couldn’t believe the thoughts that were coming into my head–where would this all end?
      Then I realized that another car had pulled up! Caught! Cynthia and Immediately made sure the water was covering us and glued our eyes on the car! I felt such panic. Out of the car came a woman, in a black, one-piece swim-suit. It was the saleslady! She had a towel on her shoulder which she threw on the ground, and proceeded to walk into the pond!
      ”Hi, thought I’d join you.” Cynthia and I just stared and didn’t know what to do. In seconds, she was gliding around the pond, and in a minute, she swam up to us and stopped, planting her feet on the bottom.”Perfect day for a dip,” she said as if nothing strange were going on,”going suit less?” she asked with a sly smile.
      ”We just stopped for a little dip,” I said, suddenly wondering how we were going to manage to leave. Would she leave soon? Should we leave while she was still around?
      ”Oh, don’t be shy!” she said, “it’s nothing really,” and she swam out to where we were. Immediately, she was splashing Cynthia, laughing, and Cynthia responded by taking off after her. Soon she had the three of us playing tag, and let me tell you, it was weird touching bodies like that, knowing both Cynthia and I were nude.
      Then once when I looked back at them, they were together. The woman was behind Cynthia, so close that her face was right over Cynthia’s shoulder. I stared for a second, and then moved closer. The woman obviously had her arms around Cynthia under water, and Cynthia had this vacant stare–even though I was in front of her, she was looking right through me. Her mouth was hanging open and I could see the rise and fall of her breathing.
      ”Come on, come here and kiss her!” said the woman. I was staring at them, open mouthed, wondering what was going on. “Oh, come on, hurry!”said the woman. I still didn’t approach any closer, and soon I realized they were moving toward me.
      Soon they were close to me, and had turned so that Cynthia was face away from me and the woman was close to me. “I set things up for you, and you freeze,” she said. She kept moving closer until she was right in front of me. Then she added: “Here! Here’s a kiss,” and she grabbed my head with one hand and put her lips right on mine, hard!
      I was in shock. Her tongue was working its way into my mouth, and somehow, I just stood there, not able to move. I felt her hands on my body, and soon I felt skin against my back. My back was against Cynthia’s! The woman wasn’t kissing me now, but she was caressing my breasts under water, and her hand was wondering up and down my body, sometimes down to my crotch. I was breathing hard–out of control. I heard hard breathing behind me. Cynthia. She was writhing and moaning. The fingers were down to my sex, in my sex. I almost passed out.
      We, Cynthia and I, were on our hands and knees, next to each other, almost touching, in about five inches of water near the edge of the pool. Our shoulders *were* touching. And our hips. And thighs. The woman was behind us, kneeling. I felt her finger my cunt. Cynthia was moaning and swinging her head back and forth. The finger found my rear hole. I couldn’t stand it.
      We were kneeling on the carpet in the woman’s apartment, still nude. She hadn’t allowed us to get dressed when we came–even when we came in from her car. My car was still at the pond. It was supper time and Greg would be wondering where we were. The woman was sitting on a chair in front of us, wearing a top, but nothing below her waist. Cynthia and I were pushing our heads toward her crotch between her wide-spread legs, both licking at the same time. Against my left cheek was Cynthia’s right, and against my other cheek was the woman’s thigh. My tongue touched Cynthia’s as we licked and licked. The woman’s hand was behind my head, pulling it to her cunt.

        As he slowed for the upcoming curve, Rick spied a semi-hidden alcove of trees, and guided the vehicle into the only parking spot available. Before he could kill the motor, she gave him an impish wink and bolted out the door towards the white sands and thundering surf. Unfamiliar with this particular area, Rick paused to survey his surroundings, and secure the car completely before moving to the ice chest stored in the trunk. He realized it would take two trips as he lifted the chest by its two handles over the lip of the trunk and down onto the sandy pavement. Looking down at the spectacular waves, he tried to memorize the vision of her frail figure bouncing from wave to wave, squealing in delight at the force of the water crashed about her. To his surprise, it appeared as if the beach was completely deserted and he lifted the chest up to his shoulders and marched down next to small growth of prickly shrubs, where she grabbed him from behind, and playfully bit his neck; dashing back into the waves before he could turn to embrace her. The second trip with his backpack, her beach bag, and the boombox somewhat easier, although he still needed to pause to catch his breath before joining his lady.
      From the moment she first cited him in the market, she longed for the opportunity to share her intimacies with him. She loved his kind dark eyes and ruddy complexion, the muscular frame, and his small hips supporting his tightly muscle drear. In her minds eye, he was the living image of Adonis. Less mystical but equally intense, Rick loved her flowing blond hair and crystal blue eyes, her long lanky figure with her tiny breasts, her gently contoured waist, and her full rich lips that silently begged to be kissed. But the real treasures for Rick were hidden beneath her string bikini, where two small pink nipples bounced atop creamy smooth mounds, and two small lips of light pink flesh concealed the tightest and best conditioned vagina he could ever imagine. She was a sexual being; wherein the slightest touch could arouse her into wild abandon, initiating hours of passionate lovemaking that would only terminate with exhaustion. Although he was the stabilizing factor in their relationship, he was often swept away with her passion and creativity, mindless to everything but her soft rhythm and passionate sighs.
      Slipping his cut-offs down his well-toned legs, he sprinted into the surf, diving under the rushing water to grasp her legs from behind and pull her off balance’s shrieked and kicked at him, laughing with wild abandon at the overwhelming experience of love and life. Releasing his grip, he surged to the surface to be met with her open arms. Almost instantly, they were rolling together in a passionate embrace; the surf exploding over their wet skin sending a shower of droplets high into the air. Soon passion became their only motivation, and they bolted from the water to the privacy of some nearby shrubs. Once the blanket was spread over the warm sand, Rick deftly untied the two laces that secured her tiny swimsuit and watched it slide from her pristine figure. Feasting on her nakedness, he let his eyes drift from the gentle contours of her neck, down to her fully erect nipples that gently rose and fell with her every breath, across her smooth flat tummy and down to the slight tuft of blond hair above the rapidly reddening flesh surrounding her love canal. He could clearly see the blue veins embedded in her soft skin, and began to gently trace their paths as they wound around the recesses of her body.

      No longer aware of anything but his virility, Rhonda pushed him over on his backhand began her sensual examination of her lovers assets. Although she found his manly chest and small waist exciting, it was his manhood that brought her the greatest amount of sensual pleasure. She loved to stimulate the soft organisation it rise to its full potential complete with bulging veins, rigid scrotum, and dramatic color changes, only to apply pressure just below the throbbing head; and send it back into its flaccid state. She also loved to gently stimulate the skin around base of his glans; the flap was just the right size to roll into a tight curl and nibble gently. She loved to stimulate him; watching the individual she so greatly respected change into her lover, responding to her every need and desire. The very thought of his penetration would bring her to an orgasm, and she knew that he held the keys of her sexuality. She began to nibble at the slight bulges in his erect organ, watching the throbbing glans change shape in preparation of his upcoming release. Just as he felt her bring him to the edge, he quickly withdrew and rolled over to hopefully give her all the-pleasure she could withstand.
      Beginning at the gently rounds of her neck, he began to kiss every pore of her delicate skin, pausing when she showed the slightest indication of arousal, only to resume in the same area as soon as her breath returned to normal. Using through part of his tongue to lick the skin he had sucked into his mouth, he moved further down her torso and into the dull red passages of her sexuality, now gently quivering from his administrations. Focusing on her rigid clitoris, he drew the bud and adjoining skin fully into his mouth, and began to suck the residual dew into his throat, while continually stimulating her with deep circular motions of his tongue. She began to moan softly, running her fingers through his dark hair, and occasionally arching her back spasmodically. He tasted the continual flood of her erotic dew now flowing freely from her love canal, and knew that she would soon loose control over her beautiful body.
      Gently pulling his head away from her sexuality, she reached down to fondle his rigid organ, knowing that she really needed to experience the feel of his manhood deep within her. Assuring that any residual sand was brushed away using gently-strokes of her hand, she guided him into her, and felt the gentle pressure of his silky organ penetrating the intimate recesses of her being. He slowly began to gently thrust his hips into full contact with hers; her clitoris continually in contact with his pubis. It was then he first felt the little nip on one of the bulges of his scrotum. He withdrew suddenly, looking down at their enmeshed pubic hair trying to find the culprit. Rhonda shrieked a moment later, feeling a gently pinch near her anus. Rick felt another pinch on the inside of his thigh, only this time he was able to see the baby crab drop into the sand and scurry into a tiny hole. Rick gently lifted his lover to her feet, and helped her brush away the sand and the tiny sand crabs. They both laughed at the interruption and kissed each other gently.
      Rick started to pull away, but Rhonda tightened her embrace; pulling him back to her beautiful body, and planting a full rich kiss on his lips. There was an impish look on her face again as she pulled him back down on top of her, and reached down to once again caress his manhood and guide its fullness back into her moist canal. His surprised look was soon replaced by sensual abandon, as he, once again began to slowly add gently thrust his hips against hers. This timeworn the first crab nibbled at their sexuality, they barely flinched and maintained the gentle rhythm of their lovemaking. Soon Rhonda was moving her hips in perfect rhythm with his, maintain continual contact with his pubis while constricting her vaginal muscles to caress his throbbing organ internally. Although the nibbles became more frequent now, both lovers became impervious to any pain, and began to enjoy the intense stimulation these tiny creatures brought to their genital areas.
      After what seemed to be only a few moments of copulation, they both ascended past their plateaus, and held each other tightly as their bodies responded in an orgasmic frenzy. She shrieked and spasmodically constricted the walls of her love canal, tightly embracing his manhood, as he forced his warm essence into her quivering womb. Rhonda continued to spasm uncontrollably, reaching higher plateaus with every spasm until her arms and legs were so tightly locked around his body that Rick had to fight for breath. Gaining his composure first, he wrestled himself from her embrace, now aware that her grip was so tight that she had significantly reduced the flow of blood to her hands and feet. In a panic, he began to message her extremities, which only contributed to her arousal, and soon she was rubbing her saturated genitals against his thigh with another orgasm.Wiser now, he gently lifted her shaking body into his arms and carried her down into the surf, allowing the water to awaken her senses. After a few moments, she opened her glazed eyes and looked at him in total surrender.
      It was then he proposed and she accepted. He sat down in the surging water with her petite form still in his arms, and held her firmly while they both wept with tears of joy. It wasn’t until the sun had settled beyond the horizon, and the cool evening breeze brought chills that they finally got dressed, and shared the burden of returning the still full ice chest to the car. Once their possessions were secured and they were safely nestled in the car seat, they turned to gaze into one an others eyes and embraced each other in mutual fulfillment. So-intense was their embrace, and so overwhelming was their mutual love, that neither cared to separate and they fell asleep, still locked in each others arm’s morning light brought them gently back to reality, and they capitalized on its warmth to enjoy an early morning swim.
      It wasn’t until they arrived back at her apartment, that Rick found the little crab still clinging to the webbing inside his swim suit. He had the carcass preserved in clear plastic and surrounded with precious stones to form a beautiful necklace which he gave to his bride on their wedding night. And although many thought it was peculiar, the newlyweds spent their honeymoon at the same beach where he had proposed, and made a yearly vigil on their anniversary to feel the gentle pinches of their silent partners.

      ”Contrary to what my students used to think, it won’t melt me,” Ianswered with my usual tight smile.
      ”Well, Mrs. Beltran is having a fit inside and…” here a gruntpunctuated the sentence as he lifted the bag, “Mrs. Taylor ain’t toothrilled and Mrs. Beltran’s daughter isn’t sayin’ anything.” Tommychucked the bag onto the back of the electric cart. “Situationnormal.”
      ”Thanks for the briefing,” I said as I passed over some cash. ” Nowdon’t screw around with my car!”
      Tommy let out a good country guffaw as he plopped on the plush seatand slammed the door. As I went to the cart to get my shoe andtoiletry bag I heard the electric window on the Caddy slide down.
      ”Hey prof,” Tommy called out.
      I looked back at him.
      ”You think Toni would go out with me?”
      ”I’ll put in a good word, but that doesn’t mean she’ll listen.”
      ”Cool.” Tommy drove the car out to the parking lot.
      Elena Beltran’s daughter wouldn’t give him the time of day. He was anamiable enough person, but Antonia was not his type. She was a sullenand quiet girl. I carried my little duffel into the spacious andelegant clubhouse. Roy and I had treated ourselves to this membership,and after his death I adopted the course as a second home. Within afew carpeted paces I could hear Elena’s staccato voice emanating fromone of the lounges. All I had to do was follow the tone. As I drewclose enough to hear snippets I thought how nice a cloudy, dreary daywas when your skin was as pale and sensitive as mine. I still put onthe cremes, lotions, and balms and wore proper caps, but in theFlorida humidity shorts were still the only choice.
      My three co-competitors were triangled at a round table. All haddrinks, but I suspected Joan’s was the only one with alcohol. Joan andAntonia sat silently as Elena complained about the weather.
      ”Fran, we can’t play today!” Elena said upon seeing me. “It is filthyout there and it’s about to pour.” Elena spoke as much with her handsas her mouth. I couldn’t believe she’d go to the trouble of applyingbright red nail polish before swinging away with a golf club. Therings would bother me too.
      ”Mama, just stay here.” Antonia sounded perpetually disinterested. Herplain appearance contrasted with Elena’s heavy makeup and Joan’sbrassy red hair, brightly colored polo shirt and gaudy vest. Toni’ssimple white blouse and light blue shorts were decidedly different.
      ”Antonia, mind your tone.” Elena waved a finger in her daughter’sdirection. I dropped my bag and sat between Toni and Joan.
      ”What do you think?” Joan asked between sips of whatever her pleasurewas today.
      ”She thinks we should stay inside and talk or play cards,” Elenainterrupted as she stared at me and arched her black eyebrows.
      ”I’m playing.” That was pretty matter-of-fact. “I didn’t drive out tosit in the lounge.”
      ”Let’s just give it a try, huh?” Joan took a deep drink and clinkedher glass on the table. “The air’ll do me good.”
      ”They’re right. You drug me out here so let’s play golf while Daddy’spartying in California.” Antonia was not a happy camper.
      ”Basta! Enough with the insults about your father. He is a hardworking doctor who provides for his family and keeps you in college.”
      ”OK. Let’s get to the tee and take it out on the golf ball.” I wantedto nip this argument now. After I had changed shoes and put my thingsaway in the locker room - if you’d dare degrade the place by callingit that - I drove the cart to the first tee. Antonia was my passenger;this was best since her mother and she would fight and Joan was numbedenough not to be bothered by the chatter.
      We all hit the ball about the same distance so the group made a goodfoursome. Elena swung very slowly on the backswing in imitation of herfavorite golfer with whom she shared a similar build. Joan was thetallest, but her shortened swing took away distance. If she’d use herslender hips and long limbs to full advantage she’d outhit us by amile. She hit the ball straight even after (and while) drinking.Antonia was her mother’s height, but she was petite. Her long swingarc and silky smooth turn led to good ball striking. I hit withstrength, but I tend to have a jerky motion that I’ve tried to correctfor years.
      ”Good one blondie!” Joan said after I really tore into one. We’d knowneach other long enough that she remembered my platinum blonde hairbefore the shift to bright white as I passed 50. Elena grumbled aboutthe steadily increasing drizzle and kept to her cart or her umbrellawhen she wasn’t hitting. Antonia didn’t speak much as I steered thecart through the first three holes. She had brought no accessories forrain so her outfit became damper with each stroke. I did the sameuntil the fourth tee when I relented and put on my rain jacket. Elenawas becoming more discontented as her jet black hair with gray accentsgot a little wet; her partner had been sipping furtively from a flaskthat she kept in a pocket on her bag. I sighed. Jo was Jo, andlectures didn’t do any good anymore.
      As we proceeded to the fourth green the drizzle crossed that fuzzyborder into rain. Elena glared back at me and motioned resignationwith her arms. “Mama is such a whiner,” Toni said. She had her feetpropped on the front of the cart and a crease showed on the undersideof her light brown thighs where they had pushed down on the seam atthe edge of the synthetic seat cover.
      ”Your mother is opinionated and strong-willed, but she’s a goodperson.”
      Antonia looked at me patronizingly. “You’re her friend and you have tosay that. She’s always bragging about ‘Fran’s money’ and ‘Fran wrotethis!’ Bullshit. So you taught English - big deal.”
      ”Alright then. I had to say it. Your mom’s a bitch and her daughterinherited it.”
      A cynical smile. Toni turned to face forward and stretched her armsabove her head. She habitually did this, and each time her shirt wouldrise just enough to reveal her midriff. Her skin was just a littlebrowner over her knees and elbows - what causes that?