"Yes, yes," she said. "Go on." When I first walked into Lord Marco's great hall and saw him there-- My heart just stopped. It was the man from my drea...s, in living flesh. I'd finally found him."The Old Mother felt the hair prickle at the back of her neck. It was quite common for true seekers to dream of their obsession for many years before they actually met. The Professor, it seemed, was the genuine article."So what do you want from this fine dandy of yours, eh? And why come to me about it?". She felt a large hand slide around the back of her head, long fingers wending through her hair, stroking it, gripping it firmly as she doubled her oral efforts along his length. She lifted her lips off of him, sucking the saliva back as she thrust her palm up and down his cock, then raising it up to cup his sack with her mouth. She could hear him strain grunts through his teeth while her lips and tongue continued to indulge in his stiffening cock.After a few minutes, she pulled herself back up.. "Chief's orders."The one thing I had learned during the previous week was that Margie Williams was "The Chief." Margie was the president of the senior class, the organizer of all social events. In a nutshell, she was the eye of the John Marshall High School hurricane. If something needed arranging, like this dance, Margie would do it. And without delegating anything, either. Margie had created the idea for the dance, booked the D.J. with orders to play nothing that didn't come from the. A short scramble took them to the top of the steep ridge that defined the creek bank. Seamus was breathing hard when they reached the top to find his mother seated on a fallen tree trunk. She motioned for him to be as quiet as possible and to sit beside her on the log. When Seamus was no longer panting for breath his mother began to point out sights that he had not been aware of, he gaped in wonder to watch as a small herd of deer wandered through the meadow just downstream from their cabin..