All of the guys in our group (most of which were as inept with girls as I was) were all desperately in love with her. And with good reason – she was...about 5’8′, boasting a slim size 3 waist and a pair of perky breasts I’d estimate at a B cup. On top of it, she was drop dead gorgeous, flashing the cutest smile to get out of any jam and hiding behind a head of perfectly straight brunette hair that flowed to the small of her back. She was made all the more hotter by the fact that she wore Green. Imagine what would happen if they suddenly had a problem with the teacher that they were having an affair with. They could run to their parents, the school headmaster, or my wife, and I would be in dreadful trouble both career-wise and at home.So, it remained just a fantasy in my head. I was fairly friendly with the girls; I wasn’t one of those super strict teachers. I would have a laugh and a joke with them from time to time. But I never let it go too far, and if any of the girls tried to talk. The next thing I knew I felt a sharp pinch and it was done. I now had two pierced nipples. Two barbells accenting the base of two long nipples perched atop the center of two soft but firm mounds of flesh. Tits. "OK girl, you are all set," Rachel said. Enjoy them to the fullest."Oh I plan to," I told Rachel as we gave each other a hug. "Maybe I'll stop in and see you after I'm all healed up," I told her.She knew what I meant and she simply replied, "I can't wait. I'll see you soon."With that, I. The old man was clearly trying to impress her with talk of his wealth and she was buying into it!“Yup! Ole Alan’s got a lot of cash in case you ever wanna leave this old fart.” Alan said and winked at Shipra who started giggling again.This was the second time he had called me an old fart and it was beginning to piss me off. I might have been close to 50, but this geezer was close to 70, if not older. Where did he get off calling me an old fart? And why the fuck was my wife laughing at his.