"I want you to do me a favor. I am going out and I want you to help me select one of these bras."She laid three bras on the bed: one was light pink, a...other was sheer black and the third was a blue demibra that supports the bottoms of the tits and shows the rest including the nipples."If you make a good choice I will give you a reward," she said, smiling.My cock started pulsing faster than my heart. Aunt Alia dropped down her robe and was standing before me in her lacy blue bra and matching. I know to go up stairs in this strange house walking very softly.There is one door in the hallway that is slightly open candle light flickering threw the crack in the door into the hall.I slowly push the door open. It is such a girls room all sugar and spice and everything nice. Huge bed, white comforter, pillows everywhere, three little heart shaped candles by the bed the smell on cinnamon.And I feel as if I am the thing that goes bump in the night.I can see the back of her head with her jet. Mrs. Johnson was the professor's assistant. And the professor was her husband. Her shirt strained to stay buttoned against her voluptuous chest. Her dark hair fell in long waves, with long bangs side-swept across her beautiful face. Fake eyelashes donned her eyelids, adding to her sultry appearance. I struggled to avert my eyes from her huge tits whenever she leaned in to talk to me. Every male tried and failed to hold back their hard-on in class. It was like high school all over again for me.. .." I began, searching for something to say. Everything about her was so sexy, but I had to find something that was not about her body, but her as a person. "I love your dress sense!?" Oh?" she let her fingers run up and down my chest now, and the touch was like fire."Yes! You wear so simple, and stylish and sexy clothes! I love the satin skirt you wear now," I told her truthfully, as the black skirt now flowed over my abdomen. " It's so silky and tickles my body when you move! It's so hot!" So.