While I waited for the popcorn to pop, I thought about my head on her breast, and imagined what it would feel like without the t-shirt in the way."How...s it going in there'" Karen called from the living room, snapping me out of my reverie. I self-consciously adjusted myself to hide my hard-on, and filled a bowl with the popcorn. Balancing the bowl and the Cokes, I went into the living room.Karen sat on the couch, her hair tied back into a ponytail and her jeans-clad legs stretched out on the. . very badly."She kissed me. I responded by passionately returning her kiss. My hand immediately moved between her thighs. I touched her wet fat pussy lips. It was different. I remembered; she had nice trimmed hair adorning her delicious pussy. I had always loved the feel of coarse curly hair touching my tongue while going down on her. It was gone now. her pussy was bald, smooth like the skin of a child."Wow... !" I rubbed my fingers over her wet puffy lips. "you've changed." My gynecologist. “Mom, Dad,” he told them, “don’t worry about me. You just get out of this as soon as you can and we can be back together. I’ll be OK; I’m going to a baby-sitter.”He turned on his heel but then he turned back around.“I love you both very much. It’ll be OK.”Again he turned on his heel and looked up at the police officer who had spoken earlier.“OK, let’s go to the baby-sitter.”I’ve got almost nothing else actually written for this chapter, though.Sex Wasn’t Supposed to Be Like This10:16 A.M.,. Everything in my upbringing told me I should be ashamed of myself. But I wasn't. Not by a long shot. Nicole wasn't the only one who had jumped onto a moving train. I probably could have put the brakes on events, stop it before any real line was crossed. But I didn't want to. I was hoping virginal pussy was in my future, and I was doing everything in my power to make it happen.After Nicole's little peep show, I held back for a week or so. I was still updating my journal, I didn't want to lose.