I was working three part time jobs trying to hold things together and my wife Glenda worked and between the two of us we were just barely hanging on. ...ur personal life pretty much sucked because of constant arguments over money and an almost absolute lack of sex because of the hours I was working. Glenda had a nine to five job so she was gone from seven-thirty to around six. I worked the counter in a convenience store from three in the afternoon till eleven at night so she was asleep when I got. She’s only small. She’s 5”2’ at most. With jet black hair. And large eyes for an Asian. God her eyes…“Noah?”“Yeah, what’s up?”“What’re you looking at?”“N-Nothing,” I stutter.“Nothing?” she grins. “Are you sure?”She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and closes the distance between us, her hips swaying side to side. She’s standing so close to me that her breath tickles my cheek. Then she brushes my pants with her left hand.“Is that a pen in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”My. .as seen from above!My free hand shot to my face, touching smooth, soft skin. My heart sank,even as it beat a million times a minute, as my sense of touch confirmed Iwas in the wrong body.It was a body that this guy knew. . .seemingly quite well. It must be bodyof the girl who was with me on the ride. The last thing I remembered wasbeing on the ride sitting with a long-haired blonde. I pulled my left handfree of his grasp. Even though it may seem comfortable, and perfectlynatural, to. The reality of her situation showed this was no longer fiction.Bridget struggled & tussled as Avenger lowered her slacks & dislodged her shiny green panties. The Horror train- goer put up quite a fuss, regretting agreeing to the charity spanking. This revealed her snowy-white bottom cheeks.A “squeak” was heard as the pretty witch felt her panties now displayed. Cold air raising goose bumps on her lower bare bottom cheeks with legs splayed wide. The masked ‘Avenger’ in full facial mask and.