.. I guess, but notin those sorts of terms," she hastened to add."Word of advice, though," she said in a moreserious tone, "don't talk like that with ...umand Dad."I nodded, "I know, I wouldn't. To answer yourquestion, I haven't really given it muchthought. Surgery is sort of scary. I'll addressthat maybe someday, but not now."We refilled our coffee cups and carried themthrough to the sitting room and made ourselvescomfortable. Claire still looked preoccupied,"Another thing, Nicola?" Yes?" Well,. Her dark pink nipples were already swollen and hard. I bit my lip and watched as she slowly slid her panties down her legs.I’d never seen a pussy up close before. I’d tried not to look in the changing rooms after PE at school. The moniker of Lezzer Brown meant I kept my eyes averted at all times. Here, however, was different. Her curls were so dark they were almost black. I reached my hand out and slowly, gently, caressed her mound. I could feel her wetness as my fingers brushed her labia.I. Jensen was 5'7" with long brown hair that henormally kept in a ponytail. He normally wore all black and generallytried to avoid campus activities. He had a girlfriend in the theaterdepartment that he had been dating since freshman year, although thisweek they were both off in different social groups. As Jennifer her longbrown hair flowed down past her shoulders and had been dyed a lighterbrown with blonde highlights. Her face was expertly made up, as she hada lot of experience with makeup. Mom was afraid, she was really afraid, that I would get so focused on her that I would never cut the apron strings and get married. I looked at her, and she had a serious look on her face. She said, "Yes, Bill. No matter what goes on in your life, I want you to find someone special, get married, and have a good life." She said it so Dad could hear, but she was saying much more than simply the words to me. Under the blanket, she squeezed my hand to emphasize her words."Mom, don't worry," I said..