The second was his sizes as Sally said: "If we took two inches from his waist and dropped them on his hips he'd be a perfect four. He was only an inch...or so smaller than you in height but the rest matched up pretty close." No breast!" Carol said looking down at her own quick set of notes."And your point is? I mean how long was it before you stopped filling your bra with something other than your breast?" Sally asked."I haven't stopped!" Carol said laughing almost too loudly before catching. More planned.” That struck a chord. Dad...“Last night, Dad explained why they separated us this fall. I just now understood what he meant. Being deliberate and planning brought the quality up in my painting. He said the same thing about you and me. They didn’t want us to make love just because it was comfortable and available. They wanted us to make a deliberate decision that we were going to become lovers. Like Annette and I did. Like you and Annette did. Like ... Like you and I are going to. We were literally playing with our tongues.In between, I held her on her hips and slowly tried to lift the t shirt off. She caught my hand. I smooched harder and however managed to take the top off her. That was the moment of my life. There stood a goddess of my life. She was standing in her black netted bra. She has an awesome figure 34-28-36. I pushed her on the bed and started to kiss her boobs from above the bra. It was enthralling. I started pressing her boobs from above the bra. She was. Just like their buddies had done last week. “Nah, Marcus, she’s got on a white one today. Ha, Ha!” In the innermost recesses of my brain, I thought to myself ‘Now I have a student to fantasize about when Brad is laying on me. And he has a name... Marcus.’ Could it be that I never settled on a fantasy student because I had ruled out all the black male students I’ve had? Was I secretly prejudiced? Would thinking about a black student when I’m with Brad make me more excited? Less? I pushed that.