I must have been catching the last part of this little scene because it ended 3 minutes later. When he finished using her mouth, it was clear that he ...shook his cock dry onto her before returning it inside his shorts. With a knowing grin, he zipped the fly shut.He said something to her that I was unable to hear from that distance, then he turned and slowly walked to the condo building entrance. The white woman continued kneeling as she watched him strut through the door. Finally, she got up, got. When I once described this relationship to a friend he asked if I was insulted that after I served my purpose she threw me away. I answered "No, I just did the same thing with her. She was my gratis hooker, and I her gratis male escort."After leaving many messages over months with no response, I gave up. If there were a reason she didn't want to see me, I only hoped she would have given me the courtesy of a call. Then on a Saturday night when I was just getting in from seeing Carrie-Ann I saw. A sure erogenous zone. We talk of nothing much on the ride home, just what two old married people talk about. The kids and their spouses, our jobs, will the car hold up much longer. Twenty-seven years of comfort and understanding. When we get home there is a flurry of activity. Put the cat out, lock the doors, turn out the lights, make sure the coffee is ready to brew first thing in the morning. Before long we’re in the bedroom. I brush my teeth and while she’s busy in the bathroom I put on. We could only laugh as the school’s shower area was basically falling apart on the last day of swimming. We finally got inside. Kelly went into the unoccupied stall to change, and I went into a little alcove between locker rows.“Well, as least it’s almost finally over.” I started stripping.“Oh, it wasn’t THAT bad.” Kelly replied, throwing her t-shirt and jeans up onto the stall wall. I suppose I was subliminally turned on knowing that she was stripping just like I was, but I tried to give it.