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Reunion: Aftermath
Date: 10/6/2015, Categories: Interracial Sex, Author: Wordman, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
It's been a week since my high school reunion; taking that big stroll down memory lane, falling for one of my old classmates. Rhonda James; an African American goddess who was once a volleyball playing tomboy. That night was magical and since our encounter at my place we stayed in touch and spent plenty of time together. One day we even visited her mother; the one responsible for Rhonda's transformation. Mrs. James was in her mid forties and was a total knockout herself. Seeing them together you wouldn't think they were mother and daughter. Once the evening came the two of us spent the whole weekend at my place. I was watching the latest game on television with Rhonda's pretty little head on my lap, munching on a bag of chips, and wearing one of my blue denim shirts. "Hang on to the ball!", I yelled at the quarterback on screen. "Fucking bum. My grandmother can throw better passes." "You should give her a call", said Rhonda. "If she were young and strong I would." "This is boring anyway. Put something else on." "I thought you were watching the game." "You're watching the game. Show me one volleyball game and you got my attention. " Rhonda got my attention with one last chip sticking out of her mouth. I bent over taking a bite and kissing her lips, still with the taste of salt and grease. "Better yet", she said, raising her head and sitting up on her knees, "why don't we go see one? It'll be just like high ... school." "There aren't too many volleyball games in person. You could wait for the Olympics." "I hate waiting for the Olympics." "Can't help you there." "Give me the remote. I'll find something." "No way. The only one who handles the remote is me." "Fuck that. Give me the damn thing." "I will not." "The hell you won't." "The hell I will." Next thing you know the two of us wrestled over it like a couple of k**s. Rhonda even bit my finger to try forcing me to let go of it but to no avail. Then a knock on the door diverted my attention giving Rhonda the opportunity to snatch the remote from my grasp. I allowed her to play with it while I got up to answer the door. "Good evening, Robert," said my landlady, Mrs. Tate. "Mrs. Tate. I didn't expect you to drop by at this hour." "I hope I didn't come at a bad time." Mrs. Tate was referring to my appearance by the door; standing there shirtless and wearing my boxer shorts. At least I wasn't completely naked. "Hi, Sandy", said Rhonda. "Hello, dear. Sorry I disturbed you two." "Don't worry, Sandy. I forgive you." "Charming, isn't she?", I asked Mrs. Tate. "You were saying?" "Oh, yes. You promised me the rent by the end of the week. So I figured why don't I come by and collect. You do have it?" "Yeah, no problem. Give me a minute." I was a little late for the rent but she gave me break, ...