Shyly, Mark raised his eyes and gazed at the rounded
femininity seated before him. Her face showed her African
heritage and he saw that she was the same black from head to
toes, except between her toes and deep between her legs, she
was pink! Her firm, proud breasts with their erect nipples
stood upright and solid. Her slim waist flowed into lyre
shaped hips that crept downward to her perfect thighs, calves
and feet.
Mark swallowed nervously as he stared at her worshipfully. He cleared his throat and managed, "You. . .
you're. . . beautiful!" he finally got out.
"Thank you, Sweetie," she whispered, gathering him
into her arms and holding him tightly against her welcoming breasts. "I'm going to like having you around!"