Mine is curly enough to wear in a modified Afro I have had all my life. His pale skin is a sharp contrast to very pale skin I see on both my parents. ...Mom always called me her Mocha Baby. Now she calls me her Mocha Man.My Mom (Luann) is a stunner even at her age. Her fine featured face turns many a head. She wears her natural blonde hair long but up usually. Her body is a wonderland. Slim neck, firm tits 37C. She works out often which gives her the slim body I love to see. Her butt is the kind. A tall, athletic looking black man strodeinto the room, stood where I had been a second ago and smiled broadly atme. I got the feeling he was undressing me with his eyes and I felt veryexposed."I'm sorry, I - I think I must be in the wrong room-" I began, trying tostand up before being effortlessly pushed back down onto the bed by onehand."Oh no, you're in the perfect room little lady," the man grinned, "I'vebeen waiting for you." For me?" I asked nervously, my heart pounding in my chest."Yes,. I made the pass on the right of the runway and requested permission to cross the take-off path. They waved me off there as well, which meant I had to go out to ten miles before crossing the path and come back the fifteen miles in order to line up for an approach again. I almost asked John if I could just pass on stopping here. This time when I requested permission to land they said to come on down. The big emergency was over.Because we had exceeded my limits to the fuel stop with time in the. Everyday he started with ninety-nine days...and most days he was back to onehundred before he even left for work.Day fifteen... The third Saturday morning...He asked if we could talk. I told him after breakfast. I went outsideto sit on the patio while he did the dishes after making breakfast forme, and he stepped outside. "Mistress, can we talk?"I nodded my head. "Of course, Pet."He approached the chair and sat down across from me. I gave him hispenny back, so he was back to one hundred.