‘Victoria, you agreed we had until nine, it’s only seven thirty,’ Dex said, standing up. ‘I know, but well, it’s past her curfew and the lit...le bitch hasn’t finished her homework,’ Victoria said as sweetly as she could. ‘First of all, she is not a bitch, and second of all, if that’s your opinion of her, you can go fu-,’ Shella placed a hand on Dex’s arm. ‘That won’t help,’ she said softly. ‘I see mommy has all the brains in the outfit,’ Victoria sneered. ‘We have a written agreement that we can. The feeling of her ass clasping his huge head as he pressed it in her both excited and scared her.Her hand began rubbing her clit roughly as she tried to find a pleasure to distract her mind from the pain in her ass. Soon she felt small waves of pleasure that relaxed her for an instant and his persistence won out as his thick glans slid past her tight muscle. Oh god it hurts she thought. But then the idea of his dick stretching her ass, her having a black man, a “Nigger” fucking his dick in her. And alates for some. The differences aren't enormous, and there's no way I could put them under a microscope. I'd have to ask. The differences between Jenny and Diana were more obvious.Dinner with Diana had been very, very pleasant. Great conversation. Really wonderful food. And the service was slow, so we had lots of time to talk. I walked her to her car, got a kiss, promised to call "soon." She was what Mum would call "a nice girl."Jenny wasn't.I called her around 11 on Saturday morning. She. "I had actually spoken on the phone to Carrie many times, when I had reason to call my Dad at work, but this was the first time we had met in person. I could appreciate why Mom had called her a 'sex-pot.' She was medium-height, about five foot seven, with a very nice figure hugged by a dark blue dress. Her hair was very dark, almost black, and her eyes were a startlingly pale blue-gray in contrast. She had a straight nose and full, almost pouty lips, that looked made more for kissing than.