More than a mother... you are the embodiment of love, Gerry.Love for me. Love for mom. Love for Mila and, more than anything, lovefor Stevie and that ...recious little girl that will be yours to raise.That's what you are, Gerry. Not a failure. You are love."A tear ran down Gerry's cheek."Oh, my god!" Taylor laughed. "Don't you dare cry! I can't fix thatmakeup for you!" She grabbed a tissue and dabbed carefully. "Now, juststop it." She laughed some more."Tay..." Gerry said. It was unusual for him. I'm on the fast track to college, probably physics. I'm five foot eleven, and still growing (I hope), on the skinny side, maybe 150 pounds, blond hair, blue eyes.Anyway, at the same time Karen was called into the principal's office and made to strip, I was called into Miss Mitchell's office. She's the Assistant Principal, not someone that I'd had much to do with. Oh, I'd seen her around, said "Hi" to her a few times. She was very formal. It was always "Hello, Mr. Walker," from her, never "Hi,. We decided to masturbate on the call.She asked me to remove my t-shirt which I happily did. Now before removing any other clothing from my body, I asked her to remove her t-shirt which she did instantly as if she was waiting for the same.I was surprised to see that she wasn’t wearing any bra underneath. Her round and perfect melons were a sight to see. She had 32-sized boobs with brown nipples. The nipples were poking sharp. I asked her to do a boob-play for me. She squeezed her left boob and. So I told her not to worry about her husband or someone else.To make her comfortable, I got up keeping the laptop on her lap after pausing the movie and closed the curtains by sticking them properly with vel-crow strips, so that other people will not be able to see inside without opening the curtains. Now my dick was rock hard and big tent was clearly visible over the loose dress, which was stiff and pointed. I was closing the curtains very slowly so that she can have a better look at my tent.