My finger could feel her nipple clearly."Yeah. Cool huh? No straps. And even the stickers are so thin you can tan through them! When they're off, if y...ou hold them up to the light you can see through them!"I looked back at Eddie who just sat there shaking his head grinning. "What will they think of next?" Are they waterproof?" I asked amazed."They're supposed to be. I haven't tested them yet. And, get this..." She bounced again, dislodging my fingers. "They stretch!" having said that she. I respond to the ad, sent a face pic with a little about me and hit the send button. They responded within a couple of hours letting me know that I was exactly what they were looking for. The wife has never been with a black man but she has always dreamed of it. They both were 39, me 23 at the time, I figure I'd make a white woman's fantasy come true. We set up the meeting and a couple more hours pass by and I see an suv pull up in the drive way. I peep out the window to get a look at the wife. She was a very light-skinned black woman who has that lithe model's body and long, long model's legs. Her tits were not large but they were perfectly shaped. She wore the kind of clothes that always flattered all her female assets. Most days, especially warm days, she was bare legged and bra less, with high-heeled sandals. Coach Jackson was a huge black man with no sense of humor. We had been state champions for as long as he was coach. No one tried anything with Mrs. Jackson despite her. My friends, too. The last year hadbeen one hell of a rollercoaster. From depression and drugs...To Bobbie. He found himself staring at her often."What?" she said when she caught him."Nothing." He smiled. "We made it. Oh, that's right." I'll be by to pick you up in the morning."Bobbie looked at him, puzzled."Graduation rehearsal, remember?"The look persisted."I have to be there. I'm walking, remember?"She didn't, and that was the greatest surprise she'd had in some time.Bobbie threw her arms.