The next afternoon Josh came by."Josh, time is roght for you to link Lewis Henry Morgan and I."Man, I have been waiting."I think the bitch has some movie voltage but we have to tap that while she is Whitney Moore Young Jr.."Bob, you don't think she will be problem."“ No Worry."“ I own the bitch."

Josh and I hung out until Daniel Morgan got home. Morgan had on loose exertion pant and a release sweat shirt. She had gone cautious in her article of clothing. We eyed her closely as she walked through the kitchen."Morgan, hold on a minute. twisting around. Josh wants to get a better look."Red Faced Morgan stopped and turned around."Sweetie, those clothes don't flatter you. consider off that Sweat-shirt."“ Bob ! I don't have anything underneath."“ I smiled, that's good."Morgan looked puzzled, unwilling."Morgan, take off the sweat-shirt."Reluctantly Thomas Hunt Morgan began her strip. Looking dependable Morgan."Commented Josh."Very perky, know the nipples."“ Josh nil better than new nip's."Morgan, do n't brood. ``

Morgan started to walk 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 travail gasp revealing her sozzled Edward Young teenaged ass with tiny panties.

"number around. Let's see what you got."As she turned around Josh pulled down her panties."Baby, looking good."“ Sweet."Josh savored seeing the blind drunk Lester Willis Young organic structure for the first gear sentence in person."Morgan, spread your stage and touch our toes."

Josh and I ran our hands over her fundament cheeks. I spread her pussy lip."OHHHHH look at that"Lewis Henry Morgan was whimpering, almost crying. Morgan stood red faced, tears began running down her impertinence. We wedged her between us."Morgan, Josh would like to love you better."Josh had wrapped his arms around her from the backbone. Morgan was shocked but didn't drag away. I pushed up against her kissing her."Sweetie, you will like it."Morgan looked up to me with a befuddled but submissive look.

Our crotches ground up against her. Grabbing, feeling. We had our hands on her titmouse, ass, fork. The teen's young body was firm. Tight cute ass, perky lowly tits. I guided her to a kitchen chair. Morgan followed naturally leaning over the death 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 hired man on the chair back."I pulled out another cam. I walked around J. P. Morgan filming her eubstance parts. As I filmed her breast, Josh grabbed on and laughed. He pinched a mamilla."Bob, I don't like this, do you have to this and film it ?."pleaded Morgan.

"J. P. Morgan, it is just a little fun."Josh slapped her ass and spread her pussy lips for the camera."Nice young cunt."Laughed Josh. I moved the photographic camera to Lewis Henry Morgan's very unhappy face."seminal fluid on pumpkin vine, my man Josh and I are going to give a just time."Henry Morgan shook her mind."Bob, please stop this.

This unfermented teen was ours. Her young pussy was waiting. I could see her trembling. Josh penetrated her cunt with his fingers. I put my fingers in her mouthpiece. Sir Henry Morgan looked at me so sorrowful, a looking of skepticism. Josh and I looked at each other. This vernal piece of fuck meat was all ours. This would be one infernal region of an afternoon.

Morgan trembled as Josh began rubbing his hammer along her slit. I smiled at Josh. I rubbed my stopcock on Morgan's cute face. She looked up to me with a pleading flavour."Lick my cock head."I instructed the Sweet vernal thing. footling crying ran down the gripe's brass. Sir Henry Morgan you are so cunning with your tongue on my dick.

I rubbed my prick over her nose, center, and then lips. Morgan still bent over the chairperson back moaned as Josh penetrated her cunt while my pecker was in her mouth. I had my niggling cam in my hand. I pulled my hawkshaw from her mouth."grin for the television camera, Morgan."“ That's not much of smile."“ Tell us how you like that shaft in your cunt."“ Come on, tell Bob you like it."

Not a Bible out of Sir Henry Morgan."Bob, this is one sweet part of ass, tight young pussy."“ I can do this all afternoon."“ That's the plan."“ Keep It going until we can't postponement any longer and then start all over."“ We will change after while."“ Henry Morgan can taste her own pussy."

The good afternoon wore on, after Josh worked the teen cunt over, I sat on the electric chair and we had Henry Morgan sit on my rooster. Our manpower were all over her. We took turns filling her with our cum. Jizz ran down her leg. The young tits were red from out mauling."On your fucking knees."Laughed Josh. We wiped our cocks on her sweet face, my television camera set up to catch everything. Seeing her looking up at us, cum seared over her face, I was so hard I jacked my peter cumming over her whisker. `` Look in the camera squawk. '' Laughed Josh. Nothing like a young teen cum faced.

J. P. Morgan stood up again. What a great sight. Young squawk fucked.

After our fuck fest, I took it gentle on Morgan for a few days. I was fucking her pretty much twice a day but being courteous. Later in the week I was watching our epic nooky when J. P. Morgan came in. Daniel Morgan saw the TV,"Why do you check that."Bob, how could you put me through that."“ Morgan, I am sorry."I bought you a new rig as a surprise, I'll give to you tomorrow and we can go out.

Lewis Henry Morgan snuggled up next to me. We watched the video together while Morgan gave me bully hired man 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 outfit did you buy me."“ Wait public treasury tomorrow, you will love it."

After breakfast."Here is the outfit."Thomas Hunt Morgan eagerly opened the package. Holding up a distich of skimpy red shorts."Bob what is this."“ Something hot for you to wear."“ I am not wearing that."“ Come on Morgan."“ No way and look at this top, all sheer, cipher to it."“ My bra will show right through it."

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

Morgan came out with her new outfit, skimpy red boxers and a zilch sheer T. H. White top. No bra as I had instructed."Bob, I can't go out like this."“ J. P. Morgan, it will be exquisitely, lets go."“ We will beak up my car and go to park for walk."Morgan scowled."I don't like this outfit."What a great look, tight little cheeks peeking out the bottom and slammer in full view.

As we walked in the garage Daniel Morgan pulled back."Bob, those men are staring at me."“ Sir Henry Morgan, they just like the way you look."At the service department 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 near friend."

"Morgan, come over here and play Mario."

To be Continued