"Different?" Yeah. Can't put my finger on it, but there's something different about you." Is that bad?" I asked."Not at all." Then I shall take it as ... compliment." I replied, smiling. "I must confess. I do feel particularly perky at the moment." Perky?" she asked. I just giggled and shrugged and went to the kettle to finish making the tea.We sat and chatted about this and that, while I sat on the kitchen chair, one leg curled underneath me. Before long, all the animosity that had coloured my. I cupped and massaged his balls and played with them until he was nice and hard. “Suck my cock you dirty whore! Wrap that slutty mouth around my cock and suck me you filthy bitch.” I wrapped my mouth around his cock and took him down my throat. I was slurping and gagging on his thick prick. His cock felt so good in my mouth. “Fuck me, Laura. Ride my fucking cock, you slutty school girl fuck.” I took his cock out of my mouth and I straddled him and guided his large cock into my wet pussy. I. .Oh!...Oh yeah!..."Then you pause, catching your breath. " I want you." So I stop, and then stand in front of you releasing your hands and you immediately go for my zipper, unbutton my jeans to reveal nothing on underneath just my erection that you take into your hand and you look up, your eyes meeting mine and you smile. "What do you want?" I say. Looking into my eyes you respond "I want you inside me". So I move in closer, with my cock still in your hand you guide me in. As I penetrate, you. "He wanted to do what his father had done." What was -- What's your son's name?" I asked her."Gerald," she said. "His name... was... Gerald. We called him Gerry."When we got to Durham, I expected the horror of visiting a dormitory or fraternity house full of young men, all nine days dead. But it turned out that Gerald had been an upperclassman, and he'd lived in a rented room in a small private home in the city. Bridgett had the address, and we found it without difficulty. "Let me look inside,".