Jane’s eyes widened. Joanne’s joke was on Jane. When we all starting snickering Jane played along, even though I am quite sure she was clueless ab...ut the joke being directed towards her. The joke, however, led to the first discussion topic.“Have you ever dated anyone who wasn’t white and if you did, what was it like?”Funny me, I heard 'right' and said, “I married him,” which drew strange looks from the entire group, until I asked, “Did you say ‘white’ or 'right?'"Joanne, our Barbie-like model. I was almost laughing and I know I was smiling as I approached the car. ‘Can I be of any help to you?’ I asked this cute, beautiful, pretty young woman. ‘Stupid car has a flat tire. I finally have an interview for a job in half an hour and the stupid tire blew out,’ she said to me. ‘Let introduce myself. I’m Jim Burke. I think you know my parents…’ ‘I know who you are. Your dad talks about you all the time. I’m Kim Morrison, my friends call me Kimmy.’ ‘Well, Kimmy,’ I smiled hoping she would. Next Monday, as she stood in front of class lecturing on the relation between sines and chords, I noticed she was wearing a one piece dress of silk-like fabric. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing panties because her pubic hair protruded visibly against the front. I got an instant erection. After class, she asked me to come to her office. She needed my help moving some heavy furniture, she told me.When we got to her office, she closed the door and faced me. She stepped close to me and softly. Well d****d in saree and related clothes, covering almost from neck to toe, today seemed to be a huge deviation. I could clearly make out her bustline, what with almost one of her breast waiting to pop – out. Her saree was tied almost 2 inches below the navel and a comfortable amount of her waist being seen.We finished our breakfast with me openly staring at her breast at regular intervals and she looking me straight into the eyes whenever I did that. But no attempt to cover the nectar pot.I.