Unlike many othermen, who formed a swarm behind her, I went on my way to buy some food and somewater. So I was quite surprised to meet her again at th... till, where she paidsome newspapers, a little bottle of vodka and a hot chilli sauce typical of thesouth of Italy (where we were). I was a little surprised by her choice, becausefor a tourist that sauce is too hot. And I was sure she wasn't Italian (I heardher speaking only in English). Anyway, walking to my gate, I discovered that itwas her. He was starting his second year at CA, and his father worked in New York for Jaguar, the British car maker. Jerry Sandor was another fifteen year old. He was just coming to CA from another boarding school that only kept boys through the ninth grade. His parents were divorced, and his mother had remarried a man who was a lot younger than she was. Jerry hated him, and his mother kept Jerry in boarding schools because his being around made it hard for her to claim to still be in her twenties.. The sight of his dark body and muscular chest, made me feel some wetness between my legs.Jerome ordered me to get down on my knees. He knew what I wanted to be: a white married slut hungry for a huge black cock. That was me, no doubt at all…I looked down and felt his hard cock through his pants. I touched it in my hands. I could not stand it anymore; I unzipped his pants and held that magnificent black piece between my fingers.As usual, I struggled to take him deep in my mouth, so big, so. “Ahhhhh Jems that feels sooo good!!” He moaned after a few minutes, his pitch changed and I knew it wouldn’t take long for him to spurt in my mouth. At which point I withdrew from his throbbing rod, leaving it wet and slimy. I sat up on my knees and slowly took of my black panties revealing my neatly shaved mound. Reaching down, I slid my hand between my legs to feel my own wetness, pinching my clit in the process. I withdrew my hand and leant over him once again, entering my slick fingers into.