
04-02-2021, 03:57 AM
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Join Date: Aug 2008
Posts: 2
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When I got married at 28 my young blond German wife was 25 and a health lab professional at a hospital. I played tennis and my tennis instructor was a tall and well-built Black specimen of muscle and virility. Wifey came to watch me play tennis often and when he met my wife he became aroused. Tennis shorts in the late 1970s were very short and I could easily see his hotrod growing as he met Cecilia. That night she mentioned that she liked the polite and muscular tennis pro, so I asked her if she ever dated any Black guys in college. She said her school roommate was dating a Black guy and she did get a glimpse of his stiff rod when he came out of a shower at her apartment (after doing her roommate). She said she missed her chance to enjoy Black sex, but I strongly suggested that the cool tennis instructor could be your next chance while mentioning that he became hard when meeting her. The following weekend, after a sweaty workout on the courts, I gave the tennis guy a ride back to his place with my wife in the front seat. A few minutes later he was talking softly to her when she decided to join him in the back seat to hear what he was saying. Before we reached his house she already was sucking that monstrous dark pole with his shorts sitting around at his knees. I told wifey to go upstairs with him and spend the evening and I would pick her up in the morning. She said she was so happy and gave me a big tongue kiss before leaving my car and holding his hands.
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