“Tell me,” she demanded, “Or you’ll never see me naked again.”“Sharifa!” Nicola exclaimed.“Tell me,” the tease repeated, “Tell me ...nd I’ll get Nicola to strip for you as well.”“I’ll do no such thing,” said her indignant friend.“It’s OK. He much prefers watching me walk about naked; fucking me is only to persuade me to get my kit off.”Professor Jones finally gave in and confirmed that both girls had First Class Honours Degrees. Nicola refused to strip for him at Sharifa’s behest, and cited the. “Shit, how could I forget?” she says, feeling down right embarrassed. Tara had given her one hell of a blowjob that year, perhaps one the best in her whole life.“Well, I dyed my hair,” Tara explains. “I was a brunette.”“I see that now,” Lissa says, the heat starting to fade from her face a little. “Why the change? You looked good with brown hair.”“My daughter,” she says. “She’s a natural blonde and we look so much alike except for the hair color. Well, anyway, there was a contest and Joni. He fancied hersomething rotten but unlike just about every other undergraduette at theuniversity, she only had eyes for me. He backed off with good grace whenit became apparent that we were soulmates. I have never looked atanother woman since (apart from to admire her dress sense, I mean).Unfortunately after university Fred and I took jobs in different parts ofthe country and gradually lost touch, apart from Xmas cards. He joinedRomex and was sent all over the place but seemingly never where. At first I was not positive that I could make out the shape of her nipples, but gradually they seemed to become more distinct. It was almost as though they had grown, either that or my imagination was running amok."Tom," Mum said into a momentary silence, "would you be a dear and rub some oil into my back?" Pardon?" I asked coming back to reality with a start."Some oil, could you rub some into my back." She repeated.I remembered that the hospital had suggested rubbing baby oil or something.