Not that they were ever that far away.“Who is this lady, anyway,” I wondered.Back in my father’s den, I started by trying to Google “Mrs. Jack...Morgan” with no luck. “Laura Morgan” didn’t get any useful hits either, but there were a shitload of Laura Morgans that popped up, including some Facebook pages. None of them were her.“OK,” let’s try “John Morgan.” The trouble with Google is TMI. There is more chaff than substance, unless you know specifically what you are looking for.I had heard Laura. I loved watching her luscious lips slide over the shaft of my cock. She also worked me over with her tongue, sliding it over the head of my dick and licking my cock from the balls to the tip. She worked over my balls with her mouth as well before going back to slurping, moaning and deep throating my cock. I fucking loved it but was still not able to cum. She tried really hard to get me to blow for about 20 minutes but I got close. I think she was frustrated she couldn't get me off.Still, she. "Yes," I said.He sat up and started clearing his throat. I began to feel that he was about to say something important. I realized that I was clutching the libretto to my chest. I put in on my lap.His eyes narrowed in a way that was more self-protective than calculating, as if he really had something big at risk when he asked me the next question."Then why don't you just stay here with me?" You don't mind?" I wanted to be sure that he was sure. I knew I was sure."Not at all!" he replied with his. Jenny could feel his cock pulsate within her as it filled her cunt withloads of thick white love-juice. Her teacher continued sawing his meat in andout of the young girl, and he quickly filled her moist, soft cunt with hisfluid. Unable to hold any more of Mr. Lewis' cum, streams of it overflowed heryoung pussy and ran down over her tight teen ass, pooling on the teacher'sdesk. The pretty little cheerleader smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying thelast few seconds of her first fuck.