A couple of Morse High School banners flanked the photo collection, along with a poster for the Morse Dashes basketball schedule. Circled in pink was ... game the following Friday, evidently against a rival school. The occupant had written 'Kick their asses!" alongside the date. Hundreds of photos were pinned to cork squares glued to the walls. I knelt on the bed, checking out the pictures. The photos showed young women, lots of them. It was easy to tell which one lived there - her face showed up. I was immediately cornered by a younghotshot who tried to sell me on a muscular young male surrogate?orsurrie, as the young people are calling them. He told me how great hewould be for rock climbing, skydiving and the like. I tried to tell himI was a retired librarian and really wasn't into that kind of thing, buthe didn't want to take no for an answer. So I left, and came back againa couple of weeks later. By that time, I had told my daughter I wasseriously thinking of getting a surrogate, and. "Good morning, sweetheart," she said, stretching her arms and making the blanket drop to reveal her breasts. She looked at the blanket and then at me. "You covered me," she said, surprise in her voice."I love your hair. It must be easy to dry when you get out of the pool," I said, anxious to take a leak."I love the way that pole is making your shorts stick out," she said, getting out of bed and following me into the bathroom."It's a piss hard-on," I said as I stood over the toilet and aimed the. I pumped into her like that for a few minutes before sliding out and rolling her on to her feet, bending forward so I could enter her from behind. I grabbed her massive tits which were swinging freely to our fucking. My thrusts were being vigorously matched by her backward slamming, my thighs and her ass slapping loudly as her creamy pussy made delicious sucking and slurping sounds.I pumped into her with all my longing and desire driving me towards ecstasy. "Oh fuck Debbie, you feel so good,.