I placed my hand on her inner thigh massaging slowly upward until I could feel the warmth where her legs met. She lifted slightly pressing against my...hand. I was nervous and fearful not being one for foreplay and wondering how my lack of liking such things would help or hinder my ability to please a woman. I knew how I liked to be touched but new each person was different. Maybe the idea itself and the newness of this tryst could carry us through where experience was lacking. I'd. " But Nurse Figueroa and Dr. Lewis should be back from breakfast soon," Jeanette protested."They won't be back for another half-hour at least," MaryAnn said stripping and putting on one of the suits. "Do I look as hot as you," she asked Trixie.Trixie studied the extra low cut uniform that just reached MaryAnn's pussy on the bottom and from which MaryAnn's beautiful orbs kept popping out from at the top. Without a word Trixie just pulled her to her and attached her lips to one of MaryAnn's. I’m not an introspective person, I tend to go with my gut a lot, for better and for worse, so the process has been interesting. Here’s the thing… My boyfriend, who is a real jewel, easily the best I’ve had, and a serious contender to become the ONE, is fixated on my boobs. I know there are worse things, but the problem is that I’ve always hated them. To me, my breasts are hideous, misshapen things, and I can’t imagine anyone actually liking them, much less adoring them. My tits are the size. I had to go to her front door and explain what had happened.I rang the bell and waited a few moments and was greeted with a lovely smile and, what can I do for you love, dont you live at the bottom of my garden. Yes I replied, and told her what had happened.Come in and lets have a look she said, we went through to the back garden to assess the damage. Oh dear she said I will have to get someone in to fix it. I will pay for the damage I told her, she said that would be ok. It then started to.