No, I'm not k**ding you." Jay used the grip on myhair to move my head up and down his cock. "Yeah, listen." He held thephone down by my mouth and I kn...ew whomever was on the other end couldclearly hear the slurping and sucking sounds of my mouth on Jay's big blackcock. He pulled the phone back to his ear. "See, what did I tell you. Getting head. No, it's a guy. Like Isaid, a fucking whiteboy. Guy is a complete cock slut. I just blew a loadup his ass too. Yeah. Buttfucked the pussyboy like he was. They had dried off on the way to the cabin and once they were inside they put the cooler on the breakfast bar and started drying their hair and giving Michael a great show of their breasts bouncing around.Claire could tell that Michael already had an erection. Two topless women and a topless teenage girl to tempt him. Two of which he knew he could take to bed this weekend just by asking. Was he ever in for a surprise.Ruth took Claire’s hand and they started walking toward the bedroom. Claire. Marty was a lanky Scotsman who didn’t say much unless he was riled, then he could be a terror. At the time, nobody knew much about Marty’s background, only that he arrived with some cattle train and stayed on. He never talked much about himself or where he came from. It was only later, after it was all over, that it was learned that he was originally from South Carolina, from the high country, and that he had fought for the South in the War Between the States, as a scout for Jeb Stuart’s. He picked up the rest of Hermione’s stuff he had come to collect and made his way back towards the door and through the common room. But halfway through impatience got to him. He ran up to his own dormitory, dropped the stuff for Hermoine, grabbed his water bottle he always took to practice and hurried back out and down the stairs. He walked through the still deserted commonroom and climbed through the portrait. He hurriedly walked though the castle steering directly to the bathroom where the.