1. 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. &#034Hang on to the ball!&#034, I yelled at the quarterback on screen. &#034Fucking bum. My grandmother can throw better passes.&#034 &#034You should give her a call&#034, said Rhonda. &#034If she were young and strong I would.&#034 &#034This is boring anyway. Put something else on.&#034 &#034I thought you were watching the game.&#034 &#034You're watching the game. Show me one volleyball game and you got my attention. &#034 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. &#034Better yet&#034, she said, raising her head and sitting up on her knees, &#034why don't we go see one? It'll be just like high ...
    school.&#034 &#034There aren't too many volleyball games in person. You could wait for the Olympics.&#034 &#034I hate waiting for the Olympics.&#034 &#034Can't help you there.&#034 &#034Give me the remote. I'll find something.&#034 &#034No way. The only one who handles the remote is me.&#034 &#034Fuck that. Give me the damn thing.&#034 &#034I will not.&#034 &#034The hell you won't.&#034 &#034The hell I will.&#034 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. &#034Good evening, Robert,&#034 said my landlady, Mrs. Tate. &#034Mrs. Tate. I didn't expect you to drop by at this hour.&#034 &#034I hope I didn't come at a bad time.&#034 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. &#034Hi, Sandy&#034, said Rhonda. &#034Hello, dear. Sorry I disturbed you two.&#034 &#034Don't worry, Sandy. I forgive you.&#034 &#034Charming, isn't she?&#034, I asked Mrs. Tate. &#034You were saying?&#034 &#034Oh, 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?&#034 &#034Yeah, no problem. Give me a minute.&#034 I was a little late for the rent but she gave me break, ...
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