He seemed so calm and confident and trustworthy."I have a pain. A terrible pain," I said."Mmm. How long have you had this pain?" Several months. It wa...sn't bad at first but it's been getting worse and worse." Is it there all the time or does it come and go?" Mostly it comes and goes but, today, it never fully went away and, when it came back, it was worse than before."His eyes were sympathetic."I see. And where is this pain?"I gestured at my lower body. "Down there."He nodded and smiled again."I. Yes, this is unquestionably Fang, yet not Fang. I went to the bathroom, and splashed water in my face. Then I grabbed a towel without looking and dried it off. Then looked.This is not me! The nose is a bit longer, and thinner. Cheek bones more pronounced, and jaw of a different shape. I ran my fingers over my face, and could tell by feel it was indeed wrong. My eyes, they were normal! And green!No scars, no seams inside the eyeball. Two normal looking eyes, both a bright deep green. No scars. That wouldn't do at all. She sat more over his neck but he could see her pussy as he commented earlier. She used her fingers to open up her pussy."That's where my big cock is going," Jake bragged.She let out a stream of urine. It was perfectly placed on his face which for a woman urinating is nearly impossible but for Ms. Craven, normal.In shock, Jake closed his eyes to protect from the stream. He cried out. The urine burned on his face and skin. He tried to move his head but he was expertly. I remembered him from the company picnic and holiday party and the few games I dropped by to watch. He was single, tall, muscular and good looking black man. I thought of him as the original tall, dark and handsome."Why Nate?" Tom asked. He sounded a little defensive."If I'm going to fantasize, I might as well go all the way," I replied. "He's handsome, has a great body, and there's just something erotic and forbidden about interracial sex that I find exciting to think about. After all, I'm.