On one of the first occasions that I was there, near the end of the time, when there were only two other people still in the large gym room, she walke...d over to check up on me. We had agreed that I should work on all my muscles evenly, partly to get fully fit, and partly not to strain my injury by working constantly on the legs, so I was using a weight-lift at the time, lying on my back on the flat bench support, a leg splayed out on either side. I was concentrating on this so much that I did. Black people need to learn to do the same. Take the city of Atlanta Mayoral Election for example. The White female candidate could count on the support of her fellow Whites as well as that of Blacks who have a fondness of White politicians. Remember that historically, Blacks haven’t had a problem voting for Whites but it’s Whites who often refuse to vote for Blacks. Many Whites along both democratic and republican lines tend to switch parties when their party’s candidate is a person of color.. It feels nice.’I complied and stroked her labia softly, letting my fingers slide along her wet pussy, up and down. I was turning the folds of skin in my fingers, exploring her with my hand, occasionally pushing my finger deep inside her creamy wet vagina while manipulating her clitoris with my thumb. She was letting me do anything I wanted.She moved her foot under my gown now until her toes were touching my cock...which was as hard as it had ever been in my life.So that’s how we sat there in. This isn't a time travel story. This is what really happened to me.My name is Lawrence Clark. I'm fifty years old and about as average as average can be. I have brown hair that is starting to go gray on the sides. I'm just short of six feet tall and I weigh one hundred and seventy pounds.Four years ago, when I was forty six years old, I was very close to what I thought was going to be my happy ending.I'd been married to my high school sweetheart for more than twenty years. We got married right.