As her husband fell against the ropes I again walked infront of his beautiful wife and forced her toacknowledge the black man who had badly beaten her...husband. “Wouldn’t you like to feel my long black cockshove its way into your dripping pussy? Hell, afterthree inches I will be in virgin cherry territory.” As the broken fighter pushed himself off the ropes andlunged towards my hard black body, it only took onemore blow to his battered face to put him on thecanvas. As the. Gonnatake long enough to work my way through the death penalty to beginwith."In truth, it was a silly way to look at it. Yet strangely, I sort offelt like it was accurate, like I'd been killed and then shoved backinto some other body. Now, I was all wrong for the life that I'd beenleading, but I had to figure out how to make it work cause thegamemaster wasn't letting me roll a new character - at least, notunless I did something drastic.There was another upside to such thoughts, it was just. “Hi! I’m Barbie!”“Really? Well, my name is Ken, so I guess that makes us friends.”The other of the thirty-somethings, slightly shorter and with dark brown hair, chimed in. “Same here, my name’s Ken also.”Barbara hopped off her barstool and kissed both men on the cheek. “It’s just really super to meet you both,” she answered in the most airheaded way she could imagine. She turned towards the third man and kissed him as well. “Now don’t tell me your name is Ken - that would be just too funny!”. And it didn’t just involve sun, sea and sangria!I’m Anne, I’m a 38 year old married woman; I’m 5 foot 10, with long blonde hair, green eyes, big breasts (32FF) and long legs, and I like to think I’m still attractive. This experience happened to me 20 years ago, when I was 18. Me and my best friend, Lisa, went on two weeks holiday to Tenerrife in May. Lisa was 20 years old, 5 foot 6, with long light brown hair, brown eyes, and small but pert breasts, she’s also very slim and very attractive.Our.