The next afternoon Josh came by."Josh, time is roght for you to bring together Morgan and I."Man, I have been waiting."I think the bitch has some motion-picture show potential but we have to tap that while she is young."Bob, you don't think she will be problem."“ No Worry."“ I own the bitch."

Josh and I hung out until Morgan got home. Morgan had on release sweat bloomers and a relax fret shirt. She had gone buttoned-down in her clothing. We eyed her closely as she walked through the kitchen."Lewis Henry Morgan, cease a minute. twist around. Josh wants to get a better look."Red Faced Lewis Henry Morgan stopped and turned around."Sweetie, those wearing apparel don't flatter you. Take off that Sweat-shirt."“ Bob ! I don't have anything underneath."“ I smiled, that's good."John Pierpont Morgan looked puzzled, unwilling."Morgan, take off the sweat-shirt."Reluctantly Thomas Hunt Morgan began her slip. Looking good Morgan."Commented Josh."Very perky, bed the nipples."“ Josh nothing better than young nip's."Morgan, do n't sulk. ``

Morgan started to take the air away."Hey where are you going."Josh blocked her way."Let's lose the sweat pants."“ No, No Way."“ Morgan, off with the sweat pants."I backed up Josh. Morgan pulled off her sweat pants revealing her taut young teen ass with flyspeck panties.

"go around. Let's see what you got."As she turned around Josh pulled down her panties."Baby, looking good."“ Sweet."Josh savored seeing the tight new body for the first time in someone."Morgan, fan out your branch and touch our toes."

Josh and I ran our work force over her butt cheeks. I spread her pussy lips."OHHHHH look at that"Lewis Henry Morgan was whimpering, almost crying. John Pierpont Morgan stood red faced, bust began running down her nerve. We wedged her between us."Morgan, Josh would like to have sex you better."Josh had wrapped his munition around her from the back. Sir Henry Morgan was shocked but didn't puff away. I pushed up against her kissing her."truelove, you will wish it."Sir Henry Morgan looked up to me with a lost but submissive look.

Our crotches ground up against her. Grabbing, feeling. We had our work force on her tits, ass, privates. The teen's young body was unwavering. Tight cute ass, perky low titmouse. I guided her to a kitchen chair. Morgan followed naturally leaning over the electric chair back. I went to a closet to get my cam on tripod that I recently bought.

"Bob, what are you doing ?"“ Don't worry, just keep your hands on the electric chair back."I pulled out another cam. I walked around Morgan filming her body parting. As I filmed her pap, Josh grabbed on and laughed. He pinched a mammilla."Bob, I don't like this, do you bear to this and plastic film it ?."pleaded Morgan.

"Morgan, it is just a little fun."Josh slapped her ass and spread her pussy lips for the tv camera."Nice young cunt."Laughed Josh. I moved the television camera to J. P. Morgan's very distressed human face."come on Cucurbita pepo, my man Josh and I are going to give a good time."Daniel Morgan shook her head."Bob, please stop this.

This sweet teen was ours. Her immature cunt was waiting. I could see her trembling. Josh penetrated her cunt with his fingerbreadth. I put my fingers in her mouth. Morgan looked at me so sorrowful, a look of skepticism. Josh and I looked at each other. This Whitney Young patch of fuck meat was all ours. This would be one hell of an afternoon.

Henry Morgan trembled as Josh began rubbing his dick along her prick. I smiled at Josh. I rubbed my cock on Morgan's cunning face. She looked up to me with a pleading aspect."Lick my dick head."I instructed the sweet youthful thing. Little weeping ran down the squawk's face. Henry Morgan you are so cunning with your tongue on my shaft.

I rubbed my cock over her wind, eyes, and then backtalk. Morgan still bent over the professorship back moaned as Josh penetrated her cunt while my cock was in her backtalk. I had my niggling cam in my deal. I pulled my dick from her oral fissure."Smile for the tv camera, Morgan."“ That's not much of smile."“ Tell us how you like that prick in your cunt."“ Come on, tell Bob you like it."

Not a password out of Sir Henry Morgan."Bob, this is one sweet piece of ass, smashed Whitney Young pussy."“ I can do this all afternoon."“ That's the plan."“ Keep It going until we can't waiting any longer and then start all over."“ We will switch after while."“ Morgan can taste her own pussy."

The good afternoon wore on, after Josh worked the teenage cunt over, I sat on the chair and we had Morgan sit on my cock. Our hands were all over her. We took turns filling her with our cum. Jizz ran down her legs. The vernal breast were red from out mauling."On your fucking knees."Laughed Josh. We wiped our pecker on her sweet face, my cameras set up to catch everything. Seeing her looking up at us, cum seared over her face, I was so surd I jacked my cock cumming over her pilus. `` await in the photographic camera bitch. '' Laughed Josh. goose egg like a young teen cum faced.

Daniel Morgan stood up again. What a great sight. Young kick fucked.

After our screwing fest, I took it gentle on Morgan for a few solar day. I was fucking her pretty much twice a day but being Nice. Later in the week I was watching our heroic poem fuck when John Pierpont Morgan came in. Morgan saw the video,"Why do you keep an eye on that."Bob, how could you put me through that."“ Henry Morgan, I am sorry."I bought you a new turnout as a surprise, I'll give to you tomorrow and we can go out.

Thomas Hunt Morgan snuggled up next to me. We watched the television together while Sir Henry Morgan gave me great helping hand job. She would get me ready to cum and the back off, then start over. Finally she licked the tip making me cum over her hand. She smiled to me as she licked her hand clean."Bob, what kind of rig did you buy me."“ time lag boulder clay tomorrow, you will love it."

After breakfast."Here is the outfit."Morgan eagerly opened the package. Holding up a distich of skimpy red trunks."Bob what is this."“ Something hot for you to wear."“ I am not wearing that."“ come on Morgan."“ No way and face at this top, all sheer, nothing to it."“ My bra will demonstrate right through it."

"sweetheart, you are not wearing a bra."“ Quit arguing and get dressed."“ wearing the new thong with it."“ O, look at this, she held up the G-string underwear."“ semen on, we have to pickup m car and turn in the rental."

John Pierpont Morgan came out with her new rig, lean red shorts and a nothing sheer albumen top. No bra as I had instructed."Bob, I can't go out like this."“ Morgan, it will be very well, lets go."“ We will peck up my car and go to park for walk."Henry Morgan scowled."I don't like this outfit."What a outstanding face, tight little cheeks peeking out the bottom and pokey in entire view.

As we walked in the garage Morgan pulled back."Bob, those men are staring at me."“ J. P. Morgan, they just like the way you look."At the garage I greeted Mario. Mario had the bad news."Here is the bill, sorry so big but lots of problems."As I checked out the bill, Mario was checking out Morgan."Is that your daughter."“ No a good friend."

"Morgan, come over here and assemble Mario."

To be Continued