I began to walk back and forth for a moment. “I have a possible idea past that, starting next August. I would like you all to give it serious consid...ration. I haven’t steered anyone wrong to date, have I?”I waited for them all to nod or give verbal assent to that, then, “We seem to have made people aware of our two schools in a Musical Arts. We have had concerts, choirs and orchestra and every seat has been filled, at least, that is my understanding.”“Yes, Michael,” Richard said. “Every seat. And, when aroused, well...My workout attire is usually a tight spandex body stocking cut quite high and without a bra. My boobs measure in the fairly large category and it's a very tight fit to squeeze them into that stocking. But of course, that's the whole idea. I also don't wear any kind of panties, so the result is a quite definitive cameltoe with no VPL (visible panty line).All in all, my workout attire is quite a contrast to my normally conservative work duds. It goes without saying that. We made our way over to the bed and she unbuttoned my light gray golf shirt. Her hands inched up my firm stomach as she kissed my body. I returned the favor by unzipping her dress. It slipped to the floor and I kissed her neck softly. Her nipples became erect and I kissed them eagerly as she pinched them. At this point, we are both standing there looking into each other’s eyes as the passion builds more intensely. Rachel is standing in her lingerie before me massaging her breasts and I am lying. "Do you think my tits are pretty?" Yes," I stuttered."Thank you," she said. "As a reward I will let you put the bra on me. Now take off this one."I leaned over her, awkwardly fumbling with the clasp of her bra. Finally, I snapped it off and pulled the bra off her. I was so shy I could not stare at her magnificent tits."Do you think they are firm enough?" she asked, holding her tits, slightly lifting them up. "Feel them up and see."I knelt down on the floor before Aunt Alia and started feeling.