After getting off the table from one of Terry's massages, all it would take is a puff of wind on my clit, and I'd come with a crash."What we need, at ...east what I need, is to know what you would NOT forbid." I'm thinking that we have to improve our applicant screening process," Julia joked. "How did we let you in here, anyway, Sophie?" I just faked lots of problems," Sophie shot back, and all five of them laughed."It would be crossing a dangerous line to allow any kind of overt sexual activity. We panicked to clear everything up and makesure nothing got on Claire's clothes. By the time we cooled down and bothchanged back into our own clothes we were both a bit unsure of what tosay, then Jason said I looked quite hot in a skirt and with some make-uphe'd definitely fancy me as much as any of the girls we'd seen on URNA. Ijust blushed, was a bit confused as to what I actually felt and didn'tknow what to reply, but I was definitely quite flattered.A couple of nights later, when we were. " Is everything..." she waved one hand at my chest 'real'?"Completely. There's not a scar on me. Well, one small one. I cut myself shaving my hairs so there's a small scar right above my clit." Your Father is going to die when he sees you." Not really." I waved at another table. I smiled as the young redhead came swaying across the restaurant. When she stopped at their table she stood next to me, her hip touching my shoulder. "Mother, I'd like to introduce you to Heather. Heather, my mom.". Now unsupported, her boobs sagged slightly downwards towards her swollen belly.Morgan laid back, her eyes closed and her elbows resting on the top step. I swam over and sat next to her. The sight of her topless was too much to resist. I reached over and cupped her right breast in my palm, feeling its weight and the contrast between the hardness of her nipple and the softness of the skin surrounding it. I felt a sudden surge of lust as I kissed her on the lips. As we kissed, our hands explored.