Usually for the worst. In prison, it doesn’t matter who is straight or who is gay. It also doesn’t matter who is black or who is white. Not really... There are rival gangs and all that. There is one rule that everyone knows. Someone fucks and someone gets fucked. When I went to jail, I was Alfonso Brown. A hard-working guy. A church-going guy. An academic achiever. I was my mama’s joy. A tall, hefty black man. The good son. Now, I was changed. Alfonso Brown died inside the jail. Red Blade was. Not able to move forward, and unable to go back I sat down and tried to figure a way out of this without causing any problems.Having decided to just shout out at this point I got up, just in time to see her bent over dress pulled up over her very shapely rear facing away from me with him taking his trousers down and clearly rubbing her between her legs.Well I figured this might not be the best time to disturb them right now so sat down again, I could see them from where I was, he was now bent. Something suddenly leapt from the trees toward Bear, hissing. A half dozen more of the creatures followed the first."Ghouls!" Cheron screamed and blasted one of them to the ground with her hurled mace. The ghoul popped back up and turned back toward Bear. The big warrior barely kept the quick, deadly creatures away from him with swings of his war hammer.Everyone charged and hurled spells at the ghouls, having eliminated all the skeletons and zombies. Celes continued to direct her fire spells at. She looked gorgeous; those tiny pieces of cloth barely covered her nipples and her shaven mound. My dick ached in my pants.Both black guys stared at her without saying a word.Then Ana asked Bob if he would mind helping her to rub some tan lotion over her body. Jim laughed. He said Bob was a married guy, but he would like to touch a white married woman’s body instead…Anita lay face down on a towel by the pool edge. She handed Bob the sun tan lotion. She smiled, encouraging him to go ahead.Bob.