Tinder works well in the US and my friends have shared their experiences there. But I never believed it would work here. But still, I gave it a try an... yes it works for many and wouldn’t work too.If you have the stuff in you and if you are genuine, I believe it will work for anyone. It did work for me. So we started chatting on Instagram casually. We then decided to meet up on Sunday for a game of TT. She loves playing and then some chai.I had booked a TT table in a club on Sunday evening at 4. “So did we.” She said with a wink as she poured me a cup of coffee. “Where is Bob” I asked. “Oh, he just left for a bit. He had to run to the store to pick up a few things.” I slipped into a chair and gratefully took a sip of the black coffee she had poured me. After a few minutes of small talk and coffee, Carol shifted to conversation. “You know, you about wore Bob out”. “He doesn’t get to have sex with very many men.” “So many men in the Swinging Lifestyle are timid to admit they are bi”.. I wouldn’t have noticed the blue Suburban if it wasn’t for the odd angle it was sitting at in the sand. Preoccupied with my thoughts as I was, I wouldn’t have given it a second glance except for the voluptuous readhead sliding out of the driver’s seat. From the way her truck was sitting low in the sand, it was pretty well stuck, but she didn’t seem to be upset as she got out to survey the situation. I could see a kind of half smile flit across her soft looking lips and light up her blue eyes. Robin moved next to me and took my cock in her hand and began stroking me. It was a very wild experience watching my fiancé dance while her friend stroked my cock and strangers walked by. Robin was sitting low in her seat so her breasts would not show to those walking past unless they tried to see in. I looked at her body. She was pale white from head to toe, the only color being her nipples and a small tuft of light blonde hair about the size of a half dollar between her legs. She spread her.