Douglas Jackson studied Armand’s four-foot-eleven body and egg-shaped booty.Armand looked over his shoulder. His curly Afro, wide-set green eyes, an... chocolate skin were an enigma in and of itself. Doug gulped.“Here you go, sweetie,” remarked Armand. “Let me know what else you need.”“Yes ma’am, I mean sir,” Doug corrected himself.Eventually Dr. McKelvy-Welch came and got Doug.Over the next semester, Douglas Jackson completed his practicum at the historically Black college for medical. She cuddled with him afterwards and what she said to him with her hand going lightly up and down his body showed what he thought was the affection she had for him.He offered to take her out to dinner but she turned him down saying she had a realtor association meeting to go to tonight. She accepted his invitation to go to dinner on Saturday. He told her to plan on staying the night.Lynn put a hand up on to his cheek to turn his face towards her and said, “That I will do and you will need to. In seconds or hours (What is time with Santa? The clock did not move from midnight unless he wished it.), the elf finished his grim labors.Bright dark red lipstick accented Sally's gag with matching shades on her large aureoles. Faint perfume wafted from her half-naked body. A different scent for asshole, armhole and back of the ear. Mascara and long lashes decorated her quivering eyelids. Rouge provided graceful shading and produced a striking , even lovely, face. A thin gold chain swept round. I chuckled at the irony of the dog on the collar and my own impending conversation with my wife. I also noticed the look of surprise on the wife's face, and the staring, grinning face on the husband. Following their eyes to Ashley, I realized she was still in her sensual outfit of stilettos, high stockings, and her short red skirt. I really, really loved this outfit, especially the short bright red skirt. The husband veered off the sidewalk, pushing the stroller into the grass as he continued.