We went into our separate classes and the day went by as per normal.That evening we met up to walk home again, very little conversation passed between...us. As we approached the old coal yard my heart started to beat faster, would he be busting for a pee again? Would anything happen? Would I pee beside him? Would he make me squirt the “white pee”?To my disappointment he never said a word; he just walked on past the coal yard, as though it didn’t exist. My heart sank. Was there something wrong?. ?!? How could he be massaging my butthole if both his hands were on my head. I sprung up and turned around. Luckily the lights were on in the shed, because otherwise I would not have seen much of the huge black guy standing there. He smiled at me and sais "Well Brad, you were right, this guy knows how to give you a good time". My mouth dropped seeing this mountain of a man standing there. He was just an monster. The guy must have been 6,5 feet and had muscles I had never seen before. His skin. He slowly moves lower across her body leaving small kisses in his wake. He unbuttons her pants and slides them off slowly leaving her black thong intact. He picks up one of her feet and starts to suck on the toes. He starts with the big toe and sucks and licks each one separately tasting them as each one was a different flavor. She sighs and relaxes. Once he finishes on her foot he runs his tongue along her arch and down her leg ever so slowly. His tongue runs across her thong but keeps going. "Yes, I hope so," smiled Tom.The boys walked quickly home from school. When they got to George'shouse, they almost ran up the stairs and down the hall into Jaclyn'sroom, shedding their books, and most of their clothes, on the way.They headed straight to the underwear drawer and pulled out some more ofJaclyn's goodies. This time, George found a pair of lacy white pantiesfor himself, and a black pair for Tom. "Let's take turns modeling for each other," said Tom.George said that that sounded.