"I'm sorry," I stammered to say. "I don't usually...uh..." "I'm flattered," Chelsea said as she looked up at me with those big dark eyes. There was s...mething vaguely sad in them I suddenly noticed. At this moment as I still held her in my arms I leaned over and kissed her softly but firmly on her slightly parted lips. There was resistance or screams. She lay her hand on the bulge and squeezed it gently. I was even so bold as to pass my hand over her chest and felt a pair of smallish bumps. I sat on Liv's bed, careful to not be in view of the camera shot into her room. They just worked on specialized stretching routines during distant practices and it was pretty uneventful until I noticed one of the girls on the screen holding her leg up above her head, wearing her school uniform, but only panties underneath. Her pussy lips were prominently showing their plump outline through her white panties. As I looked around the screen, I noticed a few other girls who hadn't been as careful. He felt very strangewhen he lifted his dress and pulled his panties down and watched as hisMother pulled her panties down, then sat down, he felt very strange ashe heard his Mother pee, he had to force himself to make himself go.Today on a Saturday at the highway rest stop it would be crowed and hemight very well be doing the same thing next to a stranger.About that time Mom interrupted his thoughts when she called up andsaid she was starting breakfast. His reply was Mom I have to showerfirst. The publisher had sent over enough complementary copies for every student and teacher in the school.Their first class was Social Studies with Mrs. Maxwell, who used the article to study how much the author "got right" and how much she "got wrong". Everyone concluded she seemed to get it right. It was a well-balanced article that painted an optimistic picture less of St. Dunstan's chances at the competition (which Ellen frankly admitted she wasn't qualified to judge) as of the impact of naturism.