I was about to cum. After a few minutes, my cum exploded on her face. She swallowed most of it, while the rest ran down her lips. She squeezed my dick...for any remaining drop of cum.She went to the bathroom to clean herself up. I put on the first fine clothes of mine that I could find. I had put on a sweater and a jacket since it was cold outside. I went to the hall, and Roja was waiting for me.She had worn a low-cut saree exposing her navel and her slim belly. Her blouse formed a perfect. "Wow you look fantastic," I whispered full of awe. She turnedround to me and said, "But of course. Now pass me my shoes," andshe pointed at her 6 inch stiletto shoes in the corner of the room.In a state of expectation I meekly obeyed her request and asked, "Where are we going?"She just laughed as I went to put her shoes on and said, "I'm going out for some fun." "But what about me," I murmured carefully easing her left shoeon trembling at the feel of her delicate calf. "You can. I thought I had gotten there before him because I had forgotten that instead of driving his new Avalanche pick up, he was driving a military vehicle. So, as I turned around in the shopping center parking lot, I remembered to look for him in a car. Sure enough, there he was, sitting in the parking lot waiting for me. I pulled my car into the space next to him and got out when he opened the door for me. The smile he gave me as he said, ‘hi baby’, made me so happy. I went straight into his arms. It’s true that I have awful luck but once you see the details you will be as astounded as I am. My name is Antonia Tartaglia. A tall and very voluptuous young Black woman of Jamaican and Italian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. These days I attend Carleton University. Born to an Italian father and Jamaican mother, I am a gal with a complicated life. Simply put, my parents don’t approve of my penchant for exclusively dating Black men. Especially tall, dark-skinned Black.