How the fuck was he going to be able to face him this morning? And he wasn’t even in bed with him. Meaning he was awake somewhere. Tristan groaned a...ain. Then he started thinking about what happened between Damon and himself the night before. He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. It was mind-blowingly fantastic. Shit! Damon had defiantly rocked his world. At this point, Tristan was grinning like an idiot. With a laugh he hopped out of bed and cursed loudly at the ache that. She would lock herself in her room for hours at a time, blazing loud music. But at school, Amy Trenbar was entirely different.-----Amy had formed somewhat of a reputation for herself; a freak. She began to wear entire wardrobes of nothing more than black clothing, and she would often appear in class with fresh cuts on her paling skin. Not many people would get near her, they either feared her or pitied her. Those who would approach her would only do so to either poke fun at her or take. She gulped several times, then kept the last few spurts for the little show she thought up while sucking that big cock. She opened wide to show everyone her mouthful of white jiz, then leaned over the seat and gave her girlfriend an open-mouthed kiss. “Oh, fuck! That’s hot!” Ace exclaimed as the girls swapped cum back and forth before swallowing. “Does he taste the same as a white boy?” Maggie asked as she sat back in the seat, refocusing her attention on Tyrone’s big black cock. “You girls are. My wife was long past modesty. He worked her nipples - rubbing, rolling and sometimes twisting them - again commenting on how pretty they were, then down her belly, then down her thighs, avoiding her dripping pussy. Then up her thighs until almost there, then down the other side, then back. She was mewing and humping up trying to impale herself on his fingers. Finally, he slid one along her labia and she let out a louder moan, her body jerking. Then again, then two fingers at her pussy mouth..