Good morning, Morgan. I hope you don’t mind that I listened to your conversation last night. I found it most enlightening, but what does ‘Ungghh...�� mean? It is not in my data banks.”“’Ungghh’ means you should just mind your own business,” I responded. “Start the coffee but don’t have it ready for 15 minutes.”“I think you’d better make that 20 minutes,” said Morgan.“OK, then, 20 minutes—and ignore any ‘ungghh’s’ you might hear.”Morgan rolled over to face me, rubbing her tiny tits into my. Met deze drogeantwoorden hoop ik dat dat iedergeval hier niet hoef mee te maken. NaastEngels, in de goede klas, had ik vandaag Wiskunde, geschiedenis entheater. Erg fascinerend om te zien dat het hier zo'n groot vak is,terwijl het in Nederland onderhand alleen als zij-vak gezien word. Heber wel van genoten, want we moesten improvisatie doen. Niet dat ik hier goed in ben, maar het was erg leuk om zo wat mensenvan school te leren kennen en mijn gebrekkige Engels heeft ook wel voorwat hilarische. She clearly must have liked the taste of pre-cum as she pulls my foreskin down and licks my cock like a lollypop. I close my eyes and try to memorise every small detail of this beautiful Indian girl sucking my cock in a men’s lavatory. After making sure all of my pre-cum is sucked dry, she opens her mouth wider and tries to deep-throat me. I hold her by her silky straight hair and start fucking her mouth slowly. She responds like a champ and grabs hold of my ass as she takes nearly six inches. Her eyes, focus on my breasts, I feel my nipples harden and the tingling return to my loins. All or nothing I decide, I lean forward and kiss her on the lips, just a gentle brushing of skin, nothing hard or aggressive. I see those deep green eyes again, staring into mine. Jill returns my kiss, just as gently, before she breaks away and picks up our glasses, “More bubbles Lucy?” Each with our glass, we sit on the couch and stare into the flames. “Are we really going to this?” She whispers..