Ann Symmonds was a tall blonde in her late thirties, curvy and voluptuous. Her long smooth hair hung almost to the small of her back, and her eyes wer... a clear blue behind her glasses. She was dressed in a fairly conservative business suit in dark blue and black, with a long jacket, blouse and a knee-length skirt.Ms. Symmonds walked over to Jo, who was waiting for the last few pages to emerge from the printer. How are they coming along, Josephine she asked, a hint of weariness in her voice as. "Wow, where'd you learn how to do that?" I asked."Ohh, I'm an assistant trainer for the girls' basketball team here at the college. I'm pretty good at massaging all kinds of muscles." I'm sure that was a double entendre, but I didn't care. It felt SO good. In fact, I felt better than I ever had before, under any circumstances."Jeanie, that feels very good," I cooed. She laughed, and her head came forward towards me as I lolled mine back. We found ourselves looking at each other, and she gently. I was peeping from my window when she looked up towards my room to see if I was there watching by any chance. I quickly hid myself. Then after a few minutes I peeped again. She seemed convinced that I may be still sleeping. Holy cow! It was the most memorable sight for me to see her slowly taking off the saree and then all the other clothes one by one. I saw her fully naked only for half a minute. After that she tied her petticoat above the boobs. I suppose that’s the traditional way for women. My heart and my cock jumped at the thought. Suddenly my left pocket felt as if it weghed 500 pounds as I stood to walk to her side of the booth. I pulled out the little black velvet box that held the thing that would determine our future together. She looked absolutely stunned as I got down on one knee, opened the little black box, looked her straight in the eye and said those five magic little words. ‘Emily, will you marry me?’ So simple yet so powerful. As tears welled up in her eyes my heart.