After a few minutes, she stood, turned around, and affixed the front clasp of her bra. She then shook the bra slightly to properly seat the breasts. S...e then bent over and connected the two ends of the dresses zipper and pulled the tab all the way back up to just below her neck. She placed a fist on each of her hips and looked me in the eyes.“There! Now you have seen the package. No reason to be undressing me with your eyes anymore.”I sat there in stunned silence and just stared,. As she drew closer, Dan noticed the distinctive coating on her face and tits.“Don’t you look lovely?” He admired the clumps of creamy white spots and clear trailing liquid.“I thought you’d approve!” She smiled, cuddling next to him. He examined the slimy mixture covering her cheeks, chin, throat, tits, and trailing down to her navel.“You must have been a busy girl.”“I was very busy, a perfect slut for you. In the past hour I was fucked twice, gave two blow jobs, and received four lovely. As I said, it didn't bother me that a white girl like Stephanie was into black men; I wasn't even offended at the fact that she liked to have sex with them. Yet I wondered if she had ever been with a black girl before. One day, we chatted online and she showed me some pictures of herself. The first picture she showed me was one with her bare, freshly waxed pussy; it was so pink and pretty. Another picture she showed me was one which she took a picture of herself in the mirror, lifting her shirt. On the day Monica was extremely nervous, perhaps because she hadn't met him and was going to be fucked by someone she didn't know. I let James know of the state Monica was in, he said he wouldn't rush things and see how things panned out, Monica certainly very different from meeting with Eric 3 years earlier.We got to the hotel, went up to James's room, he opened the door, Monica politely said a hello as he did. Later Monica said that her initial thoughts were he wasn't her type but after 45.