"I cleared my throat again and spoke as femininely as I could manage, "What did you get me, um, Darnell?" Fuck, that was GOOD, Barbie! Sounds like you... was born to talk all hot like that fo you man! My black dick is getting' hard just thinkin' 'bout it, girl. Now here's what your man got for you. Go up to yo front door. There's a little present fo you. Go on, baby, check it out."I felt like I was dreaming. This could not be happening. I was having to fucking sweet talk some black thug. I was. His thrusts between my legs got more intense and I realised that he was about to cum. Then he gave a groan, the top half of his body arched backwards as he pushed tighter against me and then I felt his cock jerk between my thighs and then a lovely spurt of him cumming between them while I kept him trapped. There was jet after jet of lovely hot juice until I could feel it running down my thighs and when he pushed deeper a jet even went up along the crease of my buttocks.As he came down from his. "Thanks." I said, not mentioning that I knew that too. "They have something on the news, about people switching bodies all over town. I look really uncomfortable on TV at the moment, I wonder why." He smiled. I pulled up the skirt and slid the half-T over my head. I slipped my feet into the flip-flops and followed him into the living room. He was a lot taller than I was now. I also noticed that his wedding band matched the one on my left hand. That was a bit of a relief. At least the strange. "Hank paused for two beats as he assessed the likelihood of Fred's guess. "No," he said slowly, his eyes growing bigger. "We'd see the street..." And we'd see the buildings next door..." Fred was also coming to a radically different conclusion than his first."It's here, isn't it?" Hank's voice was strangled."Yep. We better get inside." And fast!" Hank added.Both men dropped their coffees, and Hank dropped his cigarette. The puddle of coffee gave a hiss as the butt landed in it. The pair then.