She had brown hair in a chic pixie cut and styled herself after Audrey Hepburn, simple, elegant and classic. Although she often wore dark colors and o...her neutrals, she really didn’t resemble anybody’s idea of a stereotypical witch. Very people even knew. Although Samantha was never exactly secretive about it, she didn’t exactly flaunt it either. Nicole had always felt different as though a special power where surging through her. She was tall and curvy with red hair that had many times been. I was saddened when she told me that. My dream gal was taken. So sad, but whatever. Madeline promised me we would always be friends and I later grew to value her friendship. Friends are forever, mid-afternoon lesbian romps are temporary. Or so I told myself. Madeline had a diverse circle of friends. They were cool people, especially George Armand. This tall, good-looking Haitian brother looked like Tyson Beckford’s younger brother, only hotter. He’s studying Criminal Justice at Bay State. . her braless breasts by the way ... were pushing that shirt out so that I had a clear view of the undersides of creamy looking swells. She was also, for some obtuse reason, wearing a faded jeans skirt that day, instead of the shorts she usually wore in the summer. Looking up her tanned legs I saw white panties clinging lovingly to a bubble butt and a pronounced mound of Venus.I know. Panties don't cling lovingly to anything. But if I were those panties I'd be clinging to her soft skin, and it. Nick smiled at me saying:“We had a deal, bitch…” Some of these college guys dragged me to the living room and they ripped off my silky robe. Standing there nude, amongst these hungry eyes, I cried in tears, begging them not to hurt me.All guys smiled again and they stripped off. I gasped as I was confronted with six of the biggest and blackest cocks I had ever seen in my life.I had a Black Master, but his cock was small, compared with those young black guys’ dicks.Nick looked at me, saying that.