I grabbed my bag of clothes only to realize I only had some clean panties, a tube dress, and a bodystocking. So I grabbed them all and went to his sho...er and freshened up. I decided to skip the pantiesand slid on my black crotchless fishnets, and to top it off the black and red striped tube dress. I did my make up and by the time I stepped out, and into the loft something smelled amazing! I walked into the living room and across the way in the kitchen there was Mr. Black cooking what smelled. Can I touch it?" he asked pointing to my crotch."Only if I can touch yours Babe. Now, I am hungry; let's go see if dinneris ready. One more thing love, let's not tell anyone about what I toldyou, OK?" You got it beautiful." We went home, more in love than ever before, atleast I was.They must have noticed something about us because as soon as we enteredthe house they asked what was going on. Ron took my left hand and liftedit to show my ring. Sis and Ron's mother, did I ever mention her. For years I had always assumed that mine was chocolate, but after the events of this story, I'm not so sure anymore.I should probably start with a few introductions. My name isn't Maria, but we'll go with that for now. I'm about average height for a Hispanic woman making me shorter than most the white girls I grew up with, with slightly broader hips than I'd like, and smaller breasts than I'd wish for. Though I'm not stacked by any means, I'm not flat, and catch men staring at them frequently. I'm not vegetarian, but I'm strongly considering giving up meat."Jepeth's nostrils opened and closed a little. "There's a scent to you when you say that... there's a story there, when you wish to tell it." It's the story of how I got here, actually." Do you wish to tell it?" I nodded. "Well, then, let's call everybody together and exchange stories. You shall tell us what brought you to our doorstep, and we'll tell you each of our own."=-=-=The remnants of the soup made the sides of the bowl.