You won't ever have to shave your face again. It'll always be soft and smooth, like a girl's should be. And I'll give you dark skin. Indian blood, ...ou know. And maybe African? Yes, I think so." She withdrew her hand. He felt his baby-smooth cheeks and chin, then stared at the backs of his hands. They were coffee-colored, easy on the cream. He wasn't white any more. "Let's see... You've got tits. I'll do your hips and waist next." She waved: "There! Your figure's done." Then she. She was moving empty boxes out of the house. She has a bit of a tan, Latina I thought but I was not entirely sure. That must be my new neighbor Angela. I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down on my back deck. Lovely day today. The sun is out and the air is still nice and fresh. I should get up earlier more often.I watched Angela fold the boxes and pile them up in a neat stack. She looks pretty. She's probably in her early 40s and has a bit of a loose belly but that is to be expected I guess.. Right there, yes, yes!" He stroked her as she humped her snatch against his hand, fed his oily shaft in and out of the narrow hot tubing, knowing he couldn't keep this up for long, feeling the good sensations already threatening to leap up from his balls. She gasped: "Travis, Travis!" and he knew it was all right to let it go, that she was cumming quickly, too. He fed the meat to her tight well with stronger thrusts, burying the head deep. “Didn’t we agree you would save the really explicit talk until the girls get here?”“I am. That was the executive summary,” Connie pointed out. “How was your weekend?”“We played strip poker and the cops tried to arrest us all, but an Olympic fencer showed up and convinced the cops not to hassle us,” said Max. “Other than that, it was pretty quiet.”Connie smirked. “Are you suggesting I don’t listen when you talk? I really only zone out when you start talking about computers.”“Actually, I’m not..