The blinds on her window were open so I could stand well back and see what happened. Annette came in dressed in her usual around-the-house t-shirt and...cut off shorts and immediately went into the bathroom. Several minutes later she came back into the bedroom in running shorts and a sport bra. She pulled a sweat shirt over the bra and walked out the door. I could only figure she was going to work-out. There was a gym not too far away and I guessed that was where she was going. Well, if she was. She also had a very strong hand shake. She just went on and on about how pleased she was to be able to work with me and how she had read everything she could find about me.Did I say she had a killer ass to match the rest of her and there were no rings? I did notice that she had a tongue piercing, I wonder if some boy had been behind that. The word on the street was that kind of piercing improved blow jobs.Patti had a business degree but had elected to start as a secretary. She had been doing. The girls assumed they were in charge of our sleeping positions and it seemed to work fine. Julia was particularly careful to ensure there was plenty of variation in our sleeping positions, I think because she was ashamed of her failure to spot Ron's body changing into Archangel Michael's. It was very convenient that I could study from bed and fly myself out of it when I wanted to get up early, because clambering out with two bedmates on both sides would've been very awkward.The girls also. He took a long drink as he enjoyed seeing the tops of her breasts in front of him. He handed her back the bottle which she set on the shelf with her pad. She stood in front of him with her tape measure to measure his shoulder width. When she stretched her arms wide, her breasts seemed to shift in her blouse. As she moved to the one side to read the tape, she pushed her breasts against his chest and rubbed them across it as she moved to his side. His knees felt weak, and he almost collapsed as.