On that day I again was continuously watching at her breast.In the recess I told her that I want some tuition of science. She replied yes you can come...to my home. I gave her a very big smile and she did the same. On Sunday I went to tuition.When I ring bell she opened the gate and welcomed me.I went inside; she was wearing a beautiful black salwar suit. She went inside the study room and called up me.She was sitting. I went there and sat on a chair. Madam was looking at me. I was in shirt and. Bob took my lead and quickly followed to take off his shirt and then we both stood up, unzipped our jeans and let them fall off to the ankles and kicked to a side. Just like mechanical robots; we removed our socks as well and heard Russell saying that we should remove each other’s boxer off now.Of course, Bob stood there like a statue and I had to take the lead once again by inserting my fingers in the waistband of his boxer, to pull it down to his feet. Although the discipline at home was not. Sort of sexy, you know?” I know. “Maybe it’s because your bra touches me, like not just on my nipples, especially when I’m putting it on, in places a t-shirt doesn’t. And the panties hold me differently from my boxers.”He’s quiet for a moment. “Like I’m someone else or something. Like I’m outside my body.” He shakes his head. “OK, that doesn’t make sense. It makes me feel things I don’t feel otherwise, and I like that a lot.” He laughs. “It makes me hard, too.”“No kidding, Julia!” I don’t laugh. The outfit was the hard decision. Over time I’ve bought several and wasn’t sure what Joe would like best. I ended up just choosing a red latex dress with black trim. When I walked out of my room, he was sitting on the couch waiting for me. “Wow, you look hot as hell. What do you think about me? You haven’t seen me dressed before.” “You’re very passable yourself. Damn, you look sexy. Like my outfit?” He decided to stick with the black haired wig. We think alike, both going with gloves but his.