Who knows? Maybe that's where the term ghost writer came from.As I said, we had some wild discussions. There was name calling and a couple of times pe...ple almost came to blows. Over things that occurred 800 or 2000 years ago.Mrs. Murphy could zip through the true/false and the mix-n-match questions in a minute or two per test. But reading what had been written and grading it was going to take some effort. Or maybe that's what she was looking for. The effort, the thought, the work put into each. Something had to break the ice.Rachel was relieved when she felt his hands leave her ass. Suddenly her eyes flew open and her head came up.Doc had very slowly pulled the string ties on both sides of her bikini. She was naked from the waist down!"Doc, don't touch me!" she barked at him. She reached for the strings, trying awkwardly to tie them back. It was to no avail. She couldn't maneuver herself on the mat without fear of falling off."Oh, okay, " Doc replied and casually moved away from the. As they both climaxed I shifted my tongue down and had a quick lick at her asshole, She bolted straight up and screamed loud enough too shatter glass. As they both came down off there orgasm, My wife climbed off the table and pulled me up straight. She took Samanthas head and placed it at the head of my dick where she greedily took it in her mouth. My wife laid back down on the table and motioned to me that it was her turn. As I lowered my head down to her pussy, I reached under the changing. The weather was beautiful as I walked by rows of houses and towards the subway station. Birds were chirping and people were passing by with smiles on their faces probably basking in the sunlight. The trees were dancing with the rhythm of the wind. Leaves gently fell on the street just to be swept away by the breeze passing by. The day felt so relaxing and calm.Within minutes, I had reached the subway station. It’s a fairly small station and quite clean, with a few vending machines placed in the.