Touch Ok?

Apparently my pheromones were shooting out like stars in a meteor shower-- within the same week, I had a plethora of students caressing my hair, patting my stomach, and asking about my cup size. After chatting about the differences in Japanese and American bust measurements, my girl student asks "Touchy ok?" I looked around, buying time, when a series of open-palmed punches were delivered. Good thing I like my bras padded.