I seemed to be getting a tan and there was a definite darkening around my vulva. One day I noticed black, very curly hair on my pubis. Suddenly I unde...stood! The baby had a black father - and mother! I was turning into a black woman! After becoming a woman, turning black wasn't hard to handle. It was actually a relief. I had wondered how I would handle a mixed marriage. Now I wouldn't have to. My only worry was that each step of my transformation, from male to female, to pregnant, to black was. ‘You want it, don’t you?’ he murmured in her ear, his hands sliding down over her breasts, her hips and thighs as he rubbed his crotch against her tight ass. She whimpered, her head falling back to rest on his shoulder. ‘Please…’ she whispered, shivering as his warm hands played with the hem on her sundress and her body ached with primal need. His hands stroked her thighs as she rubbed herself back against him. Their hips moved together in a tortuous dance, his cock straining against his. We disentangled, and realized at the same time that the shape of the couch would present a logistical problem for the missionary position. She smiled, and led me by the hand to the arm of the couch where she bent over so that her hips rested on it while her forearms rested on the cushion. “I like a rear entry better,” she said, looking back over her shoulder. “It makes the short cocks of the boys my age feel like they are going in deeper, although you clearly don’t need any help there.” With. He was obviously excited by being so close to the woman, but he appeared nervous, not sure what she was up to."You know, Jeff," Gloria said, resting her hand on the boy's shoulder. "I'm even more liberal about the way I raise Kurt than your mother is about raising you. Kurt is free to date any girl he wants to date, and do anything he wants to with girls. Do you understand what I mean, Jeff?"The nervous boy looked up at the redhead and only got as far as her tits. "Uh, yeah, I think so," he.