She pulled the band from her long black hair, allowing her long black hair to fall on her soft shoulders. She pushed her dress down past her waist, al...owing it to fall to the floor. She wore a small, ver thin black thong. She stepped closer to where I was seated, our eyes locking on to each other’s eyes in silence. “Do you still like Taiwan woman?” she asked demurely, stepping between my outstretched and parted legs.I fumbled with the belt to my jeans, unfastening it.“Do you like American men?”. I was surprised. She was happy with my answers and that I would try adate with Steve.Cathy also told me my office called to say I could take tomorrow,Monday, off to recuperate. I was happy about that, I was exhausted.I got home, unpacked, and found some new dresses, lingerie, andnightgowns. Cathy was proud of herself showing me all the new femininethings she bought for me. Most were of the Southern Belle look, evenmore bullet bras.She asked me how I like the pretty bullet bras and the beautiful. The lips gaped widely. I stared intently between her legs. Soon a small speck white slimy liquid appeared. The speck grew larger and soon became a large glob hanging from her pussy by a thread. It hung there for a moment then the string broke and it fell, some landing on my upper lip and the rest falling into my waiting mouth. I savored it, salty and a little bitter. Above all it tasted manly. Jason"s come always tasted manly. I felt my little pee pee strain against my panties. Jason was a real. " Her body felt warm and tingly, even though she was clothed only in the thin cotton nightgown. Her bones felt as if they were made of rubber, and she noticed she had slid her butt down in the back seat, and in doing so, the shortie nightgown had ridden well up on her thighs, almost to her crotch. "Ooops," she giggled, ' 'scuse me, boys, I think I'm showin' a little too much here." She started to pull the hem down, but felt strong warm hands on her thighs. Instead of going down toward her.