"No one got me. I just was the only one who did it. Well, me and this other girl I need to tell you about."I told her the story. Sam and all, though I...left out some more erotic and personal moments. She asked questions occasionally, expressed shock often, and more than once told me she couldn't believe I had done that. But she wasn't judgmental. If anything, she seemed nostalgic and wistful. I wish I could say it was because my sister and I always had the relationship that allowed that level of. Darren, his gaze firmly on Anne’s chest, unbuckled his belt as she stepped towards him and laid both hands on his broad chest. Her pink-painted nails, drew patterns around his nipples, down over his ribs and round to his stomach and navel. His pants slithered down his legs to pool at his ankles. Anne took a pace backwards and looked at Darren’s pale blue boxers and the bulge on the left side. “Right, Darren,” she said softly. “Take everything off except those shorts. Leave them for me.” . Would lighting soon flash down out of the sky and move my essence to another body?Stop worrying.The two words resonated in my mind as if someone had spoken them.Hector? I said silently. I waited with bated breath. Nothing. No response.Did I stop worrying? No. As the days flew past I attributed the two words to my imagination. Wishful thinking, that's what it was, I told myself. I loved my life as Eric Kleiner. I liked my new, youthful body. I loved my new parents. And most of all I loved Alana.. At about ten o clock several black gentelmen started arriving. By ten thirty there where twelve extremely well dressed black guys all around twenty five years old. I walked around serving drinks to the guest. I saw my wife talking to one particular guy. He was about six foot one and two hundred pounds. Bald head and very well built. I noticed his slacks did nothing to hide his thick cock that was laying down his left thigh. There was no hanky panky going on at all with anyone. At midnight.