This girl was so in the thralls of the deep fucking she was getting by the white thug that she didn't even notice me looking over the wall. He was holding up her thigh while thrusting into this girl, and her arm was wrapped around his neck. He was fucking some girl standing up, though her face was obstructed by a leaves on a tree branch, and the shade concealed most of her features. To my surprise, it was Kyle, who was easily recognizable even with his back to me. Overhearing moans, I looked over a nearby wall, curious about the source of the noise. At one point, I excused myself to some nearby bushes to take a piss. We weren't doing much walking though, mostly just hanging out. Some weeks later, I joined up with a group of friends to do some walking around the park. From what I could see, it looked like my wife's phone number was what he was showing them. He flashed the screen of his cell phone at his friends and received fist-bumps in response. Kyle kissed my wife on the cheek before walking back to the basketball court, passing right by me without any acknowledgment, as if I wasn't there. "Over there, mackin' on another bitch." The other wigger replied, pointing in my wife's direction. "Where's Kyle, dawg?" One of Kyle' thuggish basketball friends asked another. I thought it was peculiar that he just handed me those two items as if it was my duty to clean up after him. Feeling awkward, I got up, folded the towel and left it on a nearby bench, tossing Kyle' bottle in the garbage on the way. Kyle made no conversation with me, nor did he look at me when he handed me his sweaty towel and empty water bottle. He introduced himself to my wife, and the two started talking. He grabbed a towel and wiped himself down as he walked towards us sipping a water bottle. Kyle noticed the attention Monica was giving him and paused his basketball game. My son and Kyle were friendly enough with one another, so thankfully I never had any issues with the stocky white thug. Kyle was the school bully and was very intimidating to the other students at the junior college. While she wasn't familiar with this younger kid, I was - he was my son Dougie's age (a couple years younger than my wife) and went to the same junior college that my son did. Monica's eyes watched his chiseled body drip sweat each time he dunked the ball. Kyle, shirtless, was playing pickup basketball on a court near our spot in the park. While Monica was distracting me with her beauty that day, she herself was distracted by a wigger named Kyle. I made no attempt to hide my devotion to her, and had no shame admitting she was way too hot for an older guy like me. I was completely distracted by her beautiful legs, her cleavage, her gorgeous face.just the way she moved made my heart skip a beat. Monica was 20 years my junior at 22 years old. My wife Monica and I were having a picnic in the park one sunny day.
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