I’m also about middling so apart from my skin colour I can get away walking around publicly. I’m black, not the brown of your black people or of ...hat wondrous food you call chocolate but that real absence of colour “black”. A genetic enhancement means we can call on a chameleon reaction though, to subtly tint the tone of our skin with pigment so if I gland orange and white before I go into a public place I can pass for being of equatorial African decent for a few hours. I’m in Paris right. She moved Ben's hand from her waist and kissed him with her plump lips."Love you baby," she whispered as she rose from the bed. Chelsea movedgracefully to the master bathroom. She turned on the lights andbathroom fan before quickly closing the door. She didn't want todisturb Ben from his cute slumber. Chelsea looked to the massive mirrorthat stretched from wall to wall. Her brunette hair hung loosely in abun atop her head. A few strands of hair framed her high cheekbones andhighlighted her. Miss crossed her arms impatiently waiting for me to completely undress. I pulled down my pants releasing my fully hard seven inches which sprang out, bouncing. She looked cross and her cane flicked across the swollen glans. “Get that under control.” I glanced up to see Alison smiling and her eyes were locked on to my throbbing member. I began to smile back but Miss flicked the cane across my cock again making me yell out. “Come round to this side of the stool and bend over Mike,” she said. ..and I'm sure you've been playing with yourself while I've been gone". I tried to look her in the eye but she added "........makes me very horny" and she reached into her bottoms and blatantly played with her clit right in front of me. I heard Paul coming back and she pulled her hand out and wiped her pussy juice all over my face. Dumbfounded I struggled for words as she sat down next to me and took a firm grip of my stiffening cock through my shorts. "I want to have some fun" she whispered in.