He strode in, his step that of a man many years younger than his real age. The nurse took the child from the mother. Gave the child to its father. He,... as his wife had done, smiled into the deep soulful eyes. The Yokunisi noticed what his wife had seen. Without a word, he handed the baby to the nurse. Without a word, he left the room. His stride as he exited, however, displayed no youthfulness, betrayed his age. His steps became slower, his back more stooped as he neared the door. He closed it. As she felt the milk begin to be squirted outfrom each teat she felt another whole body climax begin to crest withinher. It was the sound and the sight of her being milked however, thatactually drove her over. It was a powerful image and one she loved tosee.Still in her sexiest nylons, her highest stiletto heels, her loveliestopera gloves, that "suggestion" of a skirt still only emphasizing hershapely ass, and with her face so prettily and beautifully made up, shewas being milked like some. She was clad in a wonderfully sparkling dress, that showed off her pert young figure and stunningly firm cleavage. She had a pretty face with big dark eyes. Showing an almost sad expression. She looked to be arguing with her male companion. Suddenly the girl turned tail and took flight past Hugo and his group. Hugo could see she was upset. He made his excuses to the other fat cats and followed her out the room. Hugo caught up with Hilary out in the foyer. “Are you ok my dear?” He asked her. Needham and smiled.I tired kissing her again and she pulled away and started running down the hall. I grabbed the remains of her blouse and pulled it from her shoulders. She ran down the hall covering her boobs. I don't see the big deal; I didn't even get her bra off. Eventually another teacher caught me naked chasing Ms. Needham down the hall in her underwear.That was the end of high school for me. And for Ms. Needham. She couldn't take all the jokes and all the bad press that came from it..