C'est une grande fille brune d'au plus 30 ans, aux yeux dejade. Helen remarque qu'il y a plusieurs choses qui la choquent chezcette femme. D'abord, el...e n'est v?tue que d'un simple bikini rouge. Etsurtout, des tatouages ?tranges sont dessin?s sur sa peau.Alors que la femme ?trange s'approche de la r?ception, le corps d'Helense m?tamorphose. Les rides disparaissent de son visage. Sa peau retrouveun aspect juv?nile, ses seins, tombants, remontent et se raffermissent.Sa vision se brouille, ou plus. Want me to pick up dinner?” She yelled as she opened the kitchen door and stepped out into the cold December air. “Yes!” I yelled, not knowing whether she heard me. I showered and dressed, and went out to do some errands of my own. When I returned home it was already past 3:00 p.m. and Sarah was still out. Since I was partly responsible for all the fluids on Sarah’s sheets, mine and hers, I washed the sheets and pillow cases. I didn’t do the wash because of any guilt or goodness on my part, but. Bending down in front of him, I leaned back so my head was on the edge of the recliner seat to give him a view as I slowly lowered the gown past my loose boobs. Lowering myself onto his lap, I raised my legs one at a time, slowly dragging the gown over one, then the other, finally lifting it up to his face and dr****g it slowly about his neck. Johnny breathed deeply.Slowly rising myself again, I leaned onto him and whispered in his ear not to be so shy and enjoy the show…I grabbed his right. That was a blast and I couldn't wait for the next trip.Other than the obvious difference of me being black and her being white, we also have different preferences when it comes to men. Stephanie likes the black men and I preferred white men. Her liking and banging black men doesn't bother me not one bit. One day, I invited her over to my house after a day of shopping, guy watching, and of course guy flirting.Stephanie and I sat on the sofa as we talked about our day at the mall. We not only.