She wrote "7/10" then drew a large crimson C.Her computer monitor chirped as she saw she had received another useless email. Wait. It was from the pri...ncipal. The nearly thirty something year old brunette leaned forward to check out her screen; had there been any male students in the room they would have checked Miss Williams out. Her features were the make of a natural beauty, her curves just perfect. Many students tried to get a glimpse down Miss Long's blouses, some even knocked pencils and. "Of course, we're all girls. Isn't it obvious? Besides, how manyboys do you know with a bod as fabulous as yours? In your presentform, Billy very obviously no longer suits you," replied Katy. "Ithink you look much more like a Bridget than a Billy now. Don't youagree? And, even though you're troubled by this now, you no longerneed to worry about anything else; you'll fully adjust to all thissoon enough." I suppose its okay, not that it makes much sense. And what doessome of what you've said. He felt like an asshole. "Mark," she said, pointing a finger in his face, "don't do this. Don't be difficult, don't reject it. Us. I know it's strange and it probably hurts, but we're still people and we're still your parents, so come downstairs for breakfast. Now." She left. Once she was out of sight, he followed. Then he sat down grumpy at the end of the table and waited for his omelette. "So, Mark," his mom started. Before she could continue, his Aunt Katie put her hand on his mom's. I tried my best not to touch her, but the roads…! Every time our body parts touched, I was going nuts. I was stiff whereas I observed that she was behaving normally. Many a time she kept her hands on my thighs on bumpy roads. When I returned back, the first thing I did was.. Masturbation. While masturbating I rationalized my thoughts that I am not doing anything to her but pleasing myself but after the euphoria was over, I again vowed not to think of her. That night Neha called me again. Right.