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"Here we go." he said as he hit a button. A bright pinklight burst throughout the room as Sean's head vanished and PrincipalHartley's, complete with her red hair in a bun, returned to it's placeof origination. Another pink flash shown as Sean, fully restored tohis original self popped back into existence a few feet away from her.Principal Hartley staggered for a moment as her eyes flickered open andshut. She moaned a bit as she seemed to slowly regain her wits. "Thanksfor taking the time to have that meeting with us Ma'am. You've reallyinspired us." Sean smiled as he went to shake her hand.Hartley looked at him in confusion for a moment before shaking her heada bit. "Oh. Yes. Uh...yes. That's fine Mr. Masters. I'm glad you gotsomething from it." She stammered as she shook Sean's hand."Oh, we did, we did." Sean looked at Jerry and winked.Straightening her posture Hartley smiled at the boys. "Good. Good. Ihope you boys have a great year this year."Sean was practically giggling as he. He sat next to her, and she kissed his forehead, then she lay on her back, and drew him down next to her. He lay on his back, and she curled her hand around his. They lay together, his chest rising and falling with his breathing.“You are my heart my darling Rajesh, you know that don’t you.”“Yes Mom, I know that.”“I would do anything for you my darling.”“I would for you too, mom.”Riya knew how much Rajesh loved breastfeeding her when she had her baby, and she knew this would make him happy.“Mom is full with milk now, wanna eat up your mom dear??”Rajesh nodded his head suggesting yes. She propped herself up on her elbow and looked at him in the half darkness. In this light, his boyish features were not as prominent, he definitely looked like a man – her man. While he looked at her, she slid the strap of her nightie off her shoulder and wriggled it down her arm.With her hand, she pushed the bodice down and exposed her breast. He licked his lip, his eyes fixed on her nipple. She eased.
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