Mikey stared at Jane's skin. It seemed so much darker than he remembered, practically ebony in color. It wasn't always that shade, was it? And while her bosom and skin were by far the most distinctive, their were other things about Jane that just seemed a bit odd. Her eyes, for example, were a bright grey color, standing out significantly from her dark skin. And her facial features didn't seem to be very African either. Just what was Jane Mammar supposed to be?
A passing guy gave Mikey a slap on the ass, distracting him from his examination. He giggled girlishly, as his body age was almost equal to his new friend and his butt was already beginning to strain against his pants.
"Um... I hate to ask, but is there any chance you have a change of pants? I seemed to grab something too tight for me," Mikey said.
Jane rolled her eyes. "Everything's tight on you, Mikey. But you're right, we should get you changed."
Jane then headed out of the kitchen, Mikey in tow, as they headed through the crowd to the bowels of the Mammar household.
