“Arms up” she said as she reached around me and took my chest measurement, “44 inch” she said as she noted it down. “Slip off your tee shirt... so I can get an accurate measure of your chest for your shirt” she said with a very professional look on her face and as I pulled it off I am sure she muttered a ‘Mmm’ under her breath, as she reached around me her hand brushed my nipple and sent a shiver down my spine and a stir in my loins, “Hmm, 43 inch” she said and noted that down.As I stood there. Again she took the pen and began to write, her thoughts and feeling coming to life on the paper. He watched in earnest and again the pen fell to the ground and she pushed off the pink shorts and panties. Spreading her legs wide as she leaned back taking her vibrater from her bag and slowly stroking her wanting wet crotch. Her beautiful body glistening in the sun light as the tip of her toy hummed over her clit, her body arching to meet it as she drove it deep. Her head thrust back as she. Most people of intelligence, you and I included, would imagine such a thing impossible among the brilliant people in this room. Accepting responsibility for having followers is something I've thought about early on in my development of my peculiar philosophy, especially when it began to expand beyond my own thoughts and my own monkish exercises. I knew from the beginning I wasn't interested in fawning blind followers, but active and responsible participants who could separate their interests in. "I shouldn't have asked, shouldn't have taken the bait, but I did. "Good luck cum?"Bubba laughed big and loud like he always did as he explained, "Yeah, well Adam was my roommate last year and he became convinced swallowing my cum was good luck." That is absurd," I flippantly remarked, attempting to show I wasn't remotely buying this absurd rationale."I thought so too at first," he shrugged, "but after swallowing my load before our first game last year, he threw for three touchdowns and rushed.