Anderson said."Aren't you a little too late for that?" I asked, laughing. Bobby was holding his sides as he started laughing as well. It only took Pri...cipal Anderson a couple of seconds before he joined us. Finally calming down, I noticed Bobby was hurting, but he was still laughing as hard as the rest of us. I was glad to see him joining in.BobbyI wasn't really surprised to see Mrs. Erickson. I knew she had helped other students that had abusive parents. I just didn't know what she could do. Her tits are beautiful - I'm a sucker for big dark nipples and aereolae. I stared at her mounds and said, "God, your tits are increbible!" She thrust them toward me and asked, "How incredible?" With that, I bent my knees and began to suck. She moaned and pulled my head forward. After a moment, I stopped and said, "Let's scrub up!" I then asked her if I could wash her hair. NOTE: I love to wash a woman's hair!We scrubbed her hair, soaped up her body - paying attention to strategic parts. She. What else could she do??Really?? He was closer to her now, on her right side. She hated not being able to see, felt incredibly vulnerable. She felt his breath on her cheek as he leaned in. ?When?? he asked.At least he wasn’t standing behind her, staring at her ass. Was he really going to strip her naked? Was that the plan? Would he do that to an American citizen? Maybe he’d just strip her to bra and panties, just too shock her. But then she wasn’t wearing a bra. Did he realise that? Or might he. It was one thing to have to do something like this.Quite another to do it with the thought of what she was leaving behind,especially since what she had to do, she had to do alone.She trudged into the station and was about to go to the ticket window,when she remembered that her cards all described her as Mr and not Miss.She went to a hole in the wall and withdrew all the cash she could fromall her cards. It was a tidy sum and hopefully would last well past thetime all this idiocy was over.She.