Morrison answered the door wearing athletic shorts and a t-shirt. Heather had only ever seen him in dark jeans or suit pants and a button up shirt or ...a polo. It was different. He was in his late 30's, and fit; but Heather considered him 'old'.Mr. Morrison: "Miss Rhodes, what are you doing here?"Heather: "Hi Mr. Morrison, I was hoping to talk to you about that paper."Mr. Morrison: "You know my office hours. I don't know how you got my address but this is not appropriate."He was closing the door. Pl?tzlich waren es vier Finger. Erst war es nur dem?tigend und unangenehm. Jetzt begann es zu schmerzen. Ich wollte mich wegdrehen aber sofort war da wieder dieses Messer. Ich hielt still, begann zu weinen aber das ber?hrte ihn scheinbar nicht.Dann die ganze Hand. Ich schrie als er die Hand in mich hinein schob, merkte wie meine Oberschenkel anfingen zu zittern.Ich h?rte erst auf zu schreien als er seine Hand wieder heraus zog. Er nestelte an seiner Hose und holte seien halb steifen Schwanz. Then she went quickly up and down,sucking and slurping his slick prick. It only took a fewminutes for the dog to blow his load from Ingrid’smagnificent oral skills. Ingrid held his cock in hermouth until she felt the spurts subside and his cockstopped pulsing. She slid her lips off his shaft slowlywhile keeping a seal around him in order to keep everydrop of his cum in her mouth. She swallowed slowly,savouring his taste.Now that she was done satisfying all the dogs she stayedon all fours. "That's what the drivers and tour guides call a tour with elderly women. We'll be gone five days. We overnight in Asheville, North Carolina, spend two nights in Charleston, then head back with an overnight in Knoxville and then a short run home. We leave Monday morning." You're all excited about this, aren't you," she smiled."You know it. I've got a lot to learn, but I'm really looking forward to it."I would be home for another four nights before my first tour was scheduled. Plenty of time to.