To her credit she didn't blink an eye. This encouraged me and I pushed the boundaries a little more."I bet you have at least a half dozen zones on you... body that I could explore. Ones that will turn you on to the point of orgasm." was my challenge to her.She frowned a little. I thought "I've gone too far" so I clarified myself a little "That's excluding the obvious ones of tits and pussy". Then I threw in the one comment that might get my face slapped "Of course, you would have to be naked. They asked that if we were going to smoke any weed, that we do it in the basement. Tim assured them that none of us smoked anything, let alone weed.They also set out a huge serving bowl full of Trojans. Like I also said, they were big into the whole free love thing. Tim turned on the radio and tuned it to WZMF, the local “hippy” radio station. At this time of night, they were into playing the longer versions of stuff like “Light My Fire” and “Crystal Blue Persuasion”.This gave us the atmosphere. She surveyed the class...Melissa Corrigan, 30 had shoulder-length blonde hair, small A-cups, and a smattering of tattoos here and there. Most of the visible ones were on her arms and back, shapes and symbols, some wrapped around her arms like a bracelet with meanings only known to her. She was a rock chick who bar tended in the evenings and when she wasn't bartending, she was playing the drums in her all-girl band "Tie-Died Pussy"Gretchen Charles was 25, tall and thin with B-cup breasts, long. “You’ll have to ask him in the morning.” Brad The next morning I dressed for school and went down for breakfast. My father was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper. As I went to get my cereal, I asked him “Why are you still here? Aren’t you supposed to be at your office?”“I am going in late, you and I have a few things to chat about.”With a little fear and anxiety, I went over to the table and starting eating. “Where is the slut,” I asked with my normal angry voice.“Well first of all, to.