Tell me how does this make you feel?”She sounded intrigued. “Well... ok. I know what you mean. So you would want me to fuck a black guy?”“ONLY...a black guy,” I stressed. “I’d love to give you a hall pass for black guys. No white men. Ok?”Her: “Ok, love.”Me: “Do you have anyone on your mind already?"She was thinking of how to put this. “Well… There’s one that I’ve caught checking me out at the gym.”I was pleased to hear this. “Do tell me more. Did it turn you on? Do you think he’s hot?”Her:. "However, it was sex, not groceries, for which the two friends had come so far on holiday. And sex was clearly readily on demand. As the literature left by the side of the wide screen TV made clear, if they wanted it, all they had to do was ask. And since the most attractive people they saw always turned out to be citizens of Throb under instructions to be constantly obliging there would never be a problem in deciding who it was they fancied. There was no doubt in the girls' minds that this was. And was so tight it felt like it was constricting my breasts.I looked around some more, seeing things that I knew in my mind for the first time. And realizing for the first time in over a decade and a half I was seeing! I looked down my body, and felt down my body.Well, I ain’t no 32B anymore, these are damned near 36D. And I was no longer 5’2”, I seem more like maybe 5’8”, maybe a bit taller. Hair still black and long, but now to my mid-back instead of just past my shoulders. I saw Fang walk. "Reggie had earned his high-ranking status in the d**g trade by never using the garbage he dealt. He had other plans for the pharmaceutical grade compound used medically for anesthesia and on the street, mixed with heroin and a few other naughty substances, as a date **** d**g. He had gone through most of his supply.After speaking with Byron and placing his order, Reggie grabbed two beers from the refrigerator and opened them.Dave sat on his recliner, Christy by herself on the sofa. She briefly.