I continued kissing S, I was in love with those lips of hers. But my hands were all over K, her big boobs begging to be released from her bra. I could...n’t believe what was happening. S took her shirt off and then the bras came off. Then the pants. We all stood up still kissing and touching. Each taking a turn to remove the other’s pants. As soon as our clothes were all laying in a pile I stepped back and stared for a moment. Trying to take it all in and mentally record everything. The two. She looked over her shoulder and could see her daughter rubbing her head but not crying."Are you all right, Marietta?" My head hurts. I hit it on the window." Undo the seat belt and I'll help you and Pete get out on my side. Whatever you do, don't open your door, okay?"Pete Junior's cries were steady and distracting. Brenda left her seat belt on, reached over and extracted him from his car seat and pulled him toward her. She cradled him in her arms, checking to make sure he wasn't cut or badly. I still kept my Bay Area music affections but the drugs seemed to drop off except for an occasional pot bowl. The demands of Stanford were just too stringent. The sex also dropped off. I know that is ironic for a college girl but I had probably shoved more sex and drugs into my teens than most of these girls would see in twenty years. Then I met Michael Ethredge in my sophomore year. He was a third year Engineering major intending to move to the Grad school when he finished. He was a brilliant. There is one thing we must do. The growth between your legs will need to be removed. Why do you want to hide your beautiful mound?” said Liz.“I never thought about cutting it since I was the only one to ever see it,” said Sophia.“Come over here on the towel and I will clip the hair and then shave you,” said Liz.“You do not need to be nervous. This will not hurt,” said Liz.Liz was combing through Sophia’s bush and started to clip the long strands of hair.“Look what is hiding in there such.