It would just be a check-up, so they would come to the house at 1pm on Saturday. Day 4, Wednesday: Skin and hair. Other than making her skin very sm...oth and her hair a bit lighter, we really had not noticed anything happening until Wednesday AM. ‘John! Come here!’ Helen called from our bathroom. I found her staring in the mirror naked. When I looked, I was stunned. Her skin was perfect- age spots, moles, calluses- gone. Wrinkles were vanished. An old scar on her shoulder was just not there. Slowly her hands reached my tool and she started stroking it. I opened the door slowly and pushed her on the back seat. She came over me and started undressing me. I started rubbing her clit. It was warm and getting moist.
I remover her panties and she went down. Opened my jeans and started sucking on my cock. She would once in a while deep-throat it. She did it for about 5 mins and asked me if I had a condom. I said yes but I didn’t wanna use it. She asked me if I was sure I said yes. You see. ..” Then with a stifled sob she climbed up onto the chair and then onto the counter. She stood there, breathing heavily, for a long moment then slowly raised her arms to place her hands behind her head again. I let her stand there, peering out into the darkness, for a while. Then I reached up and loosened the vibrator, allowing it to fall around her feet. When I tapped her ankle she stepped out of the tangle of straps and stood next to it, feet apart. Unable to resist I reached up and fondled. "So, gal, what's your name?" Theresa," replied Tizzy, not for one moment intending to reveal the name she was most often known by."Turh Reeza? That's a real fancy name, gal," sniffed the man named Jack. "For a nigger. You ain't from round these parts, are you?"Tizzy shook her head. No, she wasn't. And where was Edith? Help me."We got some Noo Yawk whore down for the day," laughed Ollie. "You got tired of doing tricks in the nigger bars of Manhattan? Jerking off nigger dicks. You come down here.