"I want some kind of payment for that sugar, you know. Some sugar in return would be nice. Just bring that back over when you're done." The door close...s, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Sugar in return? I swallow, hard, and walk back into my apartment. Distracted, debating what he means, I quickly mix the cookies and slide them into the oven. I pick the container up and wonder for a minute whether or not I should risk going over there at all. Quick mental images convince me to. .and with that, was producing the most intense feelings of pleasure I could imagine. His thickness, which I was so scared of, turned out to feel incredible once inside me, stuffing my tunnel. He continued to remain still, buried to the hilt inside of me. I had lost all sense of where I was, and who was there with me. That is, until I heard the tall black man (the one stroking his massive dick in my face), whisper in my ear."He might not be able to handle your tight hole, but he will surely do a. The biggest difference was that when you entered my house the living room swept to the right and the kitchen/dining room was right behind it. In their home the living room was on the left and the kitchen/dining room was on the right. It was the first time I'd ever seen a kitchen located in the front of a house. I was told that there were two small bedrooms and a master bath in the back. I was even given a tour of the place and it appeard to be quite comfortable and lovely. It was decorated. “Speaking of which, I want a complete re-enactment of my fourteenth birthday, big brother.”“I suppose. But then we’d need one of those fake blood packets like they use in the movies!” I chuckled.“OK, OK! Not that. But everything else! Tuesday night!”“As you wish, M’Lady!”A few minutes later Kara and Bethany came back into the kitchen.“Why don’t you give Kara a tour, Stephanie,” Bethany said. “I want to talk to Steve.”“OK,” Stephanie said, leading Kara out of the kitchen.“She’s really, really.