And even on that day, I will be happy I knew Morgan. I looked at my phone, and saw I had 6 texts, all from Morgan…‘omg! My dad got a new job, its ...ike, 6 hours away! Im moving! :(‘‘ANSWER YOUR PHONE PLEASE’‘RYAN. PLEEASE.’‘are you embarrassed by me?’‘ryan… please…’‘fine. FUCK YOU.’After I read all of those, with my heart pounding, I packed a quick suitcase, wrote a note to my Father that I had left, and ran to her house, where the U-Haul truck was outside, open. I threw my suitcase in, jumped. In fact, I’m asking you. Come dance with me.”“No! I can’t! It’s wrong.”“Suit yourself,” I said with a shrug. “If you want to go home, the phone is in the kitchen. You can call your parents to come get you.”I turned and walked away from her. I went over to Kara and pulled her to the area we had cleared for dancing and we danced to several songs. She wasn’t any better than I was, but that was fine with me. A slow song came on and I pulled Kara closer to me to dance, though not nearly as close as. “I want to have you on all fours, baby,” Michael whispers into my ear. Sensing my hesitation, he explains, “Mrs. Abyll never likes to do it that way, if you know what I mean.” “That’s how Brad and I always do it.” I roll my eyes. “Come on, Lila. Look at us. We’re two married people sneaking around, making a fool of our spouses. Let’s have a little fun with it. Bend over for me, girl. Making a fool of my husband. Hmm . . . I hadn’t thought of it that way. “This is not negotiable,” I hiss.. My purpose. I never want to forget the veins and how his foreskin just barely lethis head peek out at me. My mouth began to water. I pulled his foreskin back, gave his now bear head a swirl with my tongue, and took his cock as deep as I could into my throat. G moaned and pulled my hair towards him, sending his cock balls deep into my throat. Ten and a half whole inches filled me. It was obvious he loved it, but even more so that I craved it. I pulled my head back but before I could do it myseld.