Unfortunately I neglected to foresee the ramifications should my wife ever find out about my growing obsession. One day while I was at work she was cl...eaning the house and she found those magazines. When I returned home she confronted me with the evidence and went absolutely ballistic.After that altercation she implied that I should see a psychiatrist in an attempt to curve my perversions. I had no intent of agreeing to her ridiculous suggestion. The worst thing about it was that much to my. “You said you weren’t worried about kissing,” I croaked.“Maybe you should have some punch and take a little break,” suggested the self-appointed representative of the morals police. Or maybe he wasn’t. Maybe teachers got assigned. I had a quick little fantasy of a piece of paper on the bulletin board in the teacher’s lounge. At the top were the words “Morals Police Assignments for Valentine’s Dance.” Under that were names, and quadrants of the gym, establishing beats, all laid out so that. “I’m relying on your expertise,” I told her.“She wants lift and separation here,” she said, reaching round and cupping Rose’s breasts to demonstrate, “to give her some oomph. A couple of good bras should do it …,” she hesitated before going on, “… but I think she’d be perfect for a corset. For special occasions, Madam, I have just the thing in mind.”I nodded my assent and smiled, a picture already forming in my mind.“And these …,” she continued, cupping and lifting Rose’s buttocks, “are far too. He followed the two girls as they made their way to the living room, pointing out their seats. After saying grace they started to eat, Joe had placed out a can of cool drink for them and while they ate he got up every now and then to get a fresh one. After they have all finished he cleans up the dishes and dumps them in the washing basin, there would be time to worry about them later.During the meal he had found out that Tammy is a year older than Maryse, doing her first year in Graphic.