When she walked out Mr. Morrison was dressed again. He had a glass of whiskey for each of them. "Before you leave, let's talk for a minute about how w... are going to behave moving forward."Heather took the drink like a shot then asked for another. They did need to talk about this and she was not looking forward to it.They sat on the couch.Mr. Morrison: "Heather, you have to understand how inappropriate it was to show up at my home like this."Heather was covering her face with her hands. "I know". Thrusting his cock inside me, I moan loudly with pleasure as his cock hits deep inside, his balls smacking my ass. I moan with pleasure of being filled as he groans. Grabbing onto my thighs he starts pumping in and out so furiously. He thrusts harder and faster as my pussy walls convulse and contract and orgasm after orgasm rushes through. His moans get louder, as loud as mine. I feel his cockhead moving so fast and hitting deep down onto my cervix. “You so big and fat,” I utter moaning. He. ”“You and I having a baby together if you marry her?”“I hate to say it, but Maggie is probably right about that — finding a girl who’ll accept us doing that, the normal biological way, is probably going to be tough. I’m not sure how to solve that problem.”“You’re assuming we’re not going to marry?”“What do YOU think?” I asked. “Honesty, please.”“Probably the same thing you’ve been saying all along — I’m a lesbian and as close as you and I are, you’re not a girl.”“Glad you noticed,” I. ..yes," I stammered, relieved to have Lexie interrupt mydesperate explanation by holding my hand and imploring me to play theclapping game with her, which I did after we moved, at Lexie'sinsistence, further away from the "boys" to a quiet spot in the corner ofthe park."Watch me," she lisped, showing the pattern of her clapping with hersmall pudgy hands while clumsily singing the accompanying song, which Iknew already,"Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black....."I played.