I got the distinct impression that she wasn't yet ready to look at me.But after a few more seconds, she released my head and I raised it enough to loo... down at Amber's face. She was still crying, but the expression on her face was anything but joyous. If anything, she looked absolutely terrified. And when her lips curled downward into such a deep frown of shame, for some reason I suddenly felt like some kind of evil rapist.Can you imagine bedding down with someone you believe to be your true. Accepted and reasonable behaviour still within society's vision of propriety. But society's rules have a source, a foundation and a basis for validity. Consider our cultural heritage in the myths and beliefs of our ancient forerunners. The Garden of Eden was the land of innocence and Adam and Eve were naked and knew it not. It's only when the phallic serpent entered Eve's consciousness ( how's that for metaphor, eh boys? ) that nudism became sin and shame."The professor often interlaced serious. He helped her undo the buttons on his jeans, revealing his bulge, tucked discreetly away under his boxer shorts. Laura's heart was racing. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but she pulled his underwear down slowly, like peeling a sweet orange.His muscles twitched ever so slightly when she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. He wasn't hard. She pulled his foreskin down and weighed his manhood in her hand. A neatly trimmed cock.Here she was, getting acquainted with his penis. And yet,. She pulled the light cotton shirt she was wearing off and then reached down and unsnapped and unzipped her shorts. She slipped out of her sneakers and stepped onto the blanket. She reached around and undid her bra and held her other arm below it as she shrugged her shoulders and let it fall off of her round full breasts. She dropped the bra in the pile with her other clothing, and then reached down and hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her panties. She pushed the panties over her round.