Curly thick black hair, cut in a bob, framed her pale face, which was perfectly highlighted by carefully applied makeup. Her skin was all peaches and ...ream smoothness with high cheekbones. Her mouth was full and pink, her lips perfect cupid bows. She realized, then, that the girl was looking at her as if waiting for her to finish her appraisal and address her. “I believe this is the part where you ask what i would like...” the girl said.“Sorry, what can I get you miss?” Kirsten asked, her voice. She was about 5'3 with long blond hair. Her body was looking amazing and her dress was barely hanging on her body. She had some B size tits and were nice and perky but I could not get over the booty that this white girl had. there must be something about the water where I was because I never seen so many white girls with asses like that. I come from a predominantly white neighborhood so I wasn't used to seeing asses of this caliber. We started to chat about life and other stupid shit like the. "Honest, Katherine," Jeanette said. "Everything is delightful." Dear," Mom replied. (You have to look at Mother when she talks. She calls everyone "Dear.") "Now that you are part of the family, don't you think that you could call me 'Mom'?" Jeanette froze. Mom saw it and her face fell. She must have forgotten the times when Jeanette picked up mail from Bob here because she didn't trust her mother not to open letters at her house. Then Bob, of all people, came to the rescue."And now that she's. You just want to have a work out and get rid of all that pent up tension. As you enter the outer door you notice the sweet scent of girl’s shower gel. You think it’s odd, but maybe it’s the auto-freshener. You walk into the changing room and you see the pink towels and lilac sports bags. You stop. Again, you can’t be arsed to think it through and begin to get changed. You can hear the water sprinkling in the showers and while you want to get pumped up, you really want to get that hot water in.