She simply talked to me like we were two adults and not the condescending tone she had when I was younger. As a matter of fact I was beginning to enjo... her visit. Time flew by and hours had past. It was time for her to go. Then she said that she still needed to go to other shops near my place and if it was ok if she could visit me again. Well,since I enjoyed it so much I was actually very glad she asked me. So I said no problem.When she arrived a day later. She was all dressed up and smelling. She asked me if I preferred my chili over rice or over French fries. I told her it didn't matter that much to me, but I had never had it over French fries before. Right before the lunch period got over, she asked me if I would walk her home again that afternoon, after school let out. I didn't see anything wrong with that, so I told her I would.An hour after I told Karen that I'd walk home with her, Denise came up to me asking me why I was walking Karen home, when it was supposed to be her day. I was shown into one of the rooms that looked as though it had been two rooms at one time with the centre wall knocked away leaving a dividing arch and curtains held back by gold coloured rope in great red swags.One end had a huge double bed the other large wardrobes and a dressing table at which was sat a flimsy well-worn dressing gown and a night dress, containing a big breasted sizeable woman. The walls had a tasteful display of old leather whips, things like that and chains hung about, not. I never once stop my onslaught of her leaking wet cunt.The black kid stepped forward, “Hey, is she ok, man? That looked pretty intense,” he said, looking genuinely concerned about Jill.“She fine, she just had a pretty strong orgasm, that’s all,” I said, looking up at his incredibly long skinny cock.Jill began to stir, lifting herself back up onto her hand. Only to be greeted by a big long black cock inches from her face. She shrieked and looked back at me. I just smiled and nodded to her..