The bar wasn’t very full since it was a weekday and people had classes the next morning. There were a couple of girls giggling at a table in front o... me and a few guys at another. No dancing and no loud music. I watched Todd who wore jeans, a sweater, and tennis shoes. He wasn’t known for his fashion sense. Watching him I could see why some girls would be attracted to him. He was tall, had an angular face and thick blond hair that he kept sweeping back from his face.When he saw me he took a. The girls always wore something tasteful inthe spirit of the holiday. I, on the other hand, was going to wearsomething that was reminiscent of what they wore every other workday.Like me, the girls always wore black. A black top was the only realpart of my dress code. Most of the time, the girls wore black pants,jeans, leggings, jeggings or hose with a top or dress. There was notmuch to the look, but the girls managed a great deal of variety whileadhering to the color restriction.I had. Rob knew, from past experiences with her, that the first time he would cum with her today, would be in her mouth! He didn’t have to do anything, she just wanted to suck him to conclusion! Since he’d just fucked his mother’s ass less than an hour ago, Mrs. Zamora had her work cut out for her. Soon however, Rob felt that familiar felling in his balls, he was about to explode! “Mrs. Zamora, get ready here I cum!” With that statement he filled her mouth with his second orgasm of the day. She licked. In a way, it was Morgan’s way of showing the devious girls that their trick with the stocks was not the only way an error-prone female might be re-educated to proper behavior.The laughing altar boys hooded the naked girls and teased them with their immature little pricks. It was so distressing that both girls wetted the benches right at the outset with a combination of fear and anger. That led Morgan to come on the scene as if by accident and she spent an unusually long time with her riding.