That Mark

Lindsay swam in the Barre family pool, doing laps, waiting for Elizabeth to come out so they could work on their tans. All the wives were quite sweet, and very welcoming, but Lindsay couldn't help but feel something was ... off.

Elizabeth came out with a daiquiri for Lindsay and water for herself. Lindsay took advantage of the free libation, and soon was quite tipsy.

"What say," Elizabeth said, smiling saucily, "that we get a tan all over?"

"Tan nude?" Lindsay asked. But it was just the two of them, and her inhibitions were gone. Why not? She stood up, tugging off her top and bottoms, her fair skin marred with freckles. Elizabeth did the same, and her body was flawless. But then she turned around, and there was a huge tattoo across her entire right asscheek. "What is that?"

"Hmm?" Elizabeth asked, looking back at her ass. "Oh? This? I got it in honor of my relationship with my husband. It's his home country."

"What country is that?" Lindsay asked, staring at the older woman's ass. Geography was not her strong suit.

"Somalia," Elizabeth replied evenly. Lindsay's jaw dropped. A beauty like this ... with an African? What was she missing?