In fact, she hadn't even noticed really, but now she remembers: one of the five today was black! And the others all treated him like a friend.But th... morning three ... perhaps she wasn't giving them a chance? She'd been so shocked to learn she would have to let them all fuck her every day. And they had things her husband wanted them to do: tie her up, fuck her in the kitchen, all those odd things. So maybe she wasn't being fair, she should be more friendly and give them a second. She had asked me to help her move a new electric stove into her new apartment. It was pretty grueling work getting it up all those stairs, but definitely worth the effort. That night I got to taste more than just her cooking. But this was almost two months ago, so I was a bit surprised to hear from her. "Hello?" I answered, and sure enough it was her. We made small talk for a minute, her giving me a story about wanting to call me and being busy with work and school and the sort. But she wasted. Or more correctly, the lack thereof.Misty knew she had only a light dusting of downy hair along her fat outer labia. She knew she had only the faintest patch - a mere fluff, really -- of true-to-life pubic hairs, surmounting her young slit. These were so fine and sparse - and so light in color, just like her pony-tailed mane - that even this patch was not especially visible. In these observable particulars, the young tease was completely correct in her assessments. But where she was in error -. "All done?" she asked with a smile.I bent down to kiss her softly "Not even close, baby!" I said, and Michelle gave me one of her cute sexy giggles.I stood up and reached down to pull her to her feet, spinning and tossing her bodily onto her bed. She hit the bed squealing like a little girl. She threw her legs wide apart almost automatically and the little girl image disappeared immediately. Michelle was a woman in every sense of the word and a very beautiful one at that.I had never seen.