She was wearing a high-collared white blouse with pearls, a fairly tight black skirt to just below the knee, and moderate-heeled black shoes."Pleased ...o meet you," she said, "I'm Lucy. Please follow me, class starts very soon."He followed her down a long hallway, taking to opportunity to admire the way her bottom moved.They entered a wood-paneled study. A large mahogany desk sat on one side, with high bookcases behind it, filled with leather-bound volumes. In the center of the room was a large. Her hair was shining, cascading down her shoulders, skin a pale alabaster. She’d applied the lipstick her mom suggested, which almost exactly matched the natural blush in her cheeks. Heather wasn’t completely blind, she knew she was pretty enough in the face, but as soon as she surveyed the flat state of her chest she felt her confidence deflate. Oh well, she thought, these men would be her brother and father, they wouldn’t care about her lack of breasts anyway. At the last minute she added a. Reverend Irene Bailey, who turned out to be a big-hearted, open-minded woman in her 50's, was droning on a sermon about how marriage was all about declaring to society at large that you were in love and determined to support the one you loved in all manner of ways. I let my mind drift.Irene Baily was the only one dressed. That's the way it often is, when the officiant isn't a naturist. I've had weddings at the Resort where the officiant, often a personal friend of the happy couple, also was a. I walked to the couch and she said have a close look and she pushed my head in between her breasts, heaven I thought as I started to lick and one nipple then the other, I could not believe how fast things were going. You want the prize don t you, the real prize. She stood up and quickly lifted her cotton dress over her head and then quickly took her bra and panties off, then spread out on the couch again, just as before this time fully naked, she said sit back in your chair.I did and she then.