I could only see one couple playing tennis in the nude and that was it. I found it a little strange to be honest.The boys looked at me and Jeroen aske..., "Don't you have anything to wear with you?" No," I said. "I just want to play in the nude. How often do you get the chance to play tennis naked?" Well, if you have no problem with it, let's play." He said with a smile.And so we started our game. Loesje was a rather good tennis player, she often saved us during the game. The first set went to. I enjoyed but better yet worshipped this mans thick cock. As I wrapped my ruby red lips around his head and slid him deep into my mouth, my own fingers served my ass. As my head went down his thick shaft, my fingers would go deep in my sissy ass.My tongue ran over every single inch of his cock. I wanted to taste it all and everything from his taint to the tip of his cock had my mouth on it. I worked his cock and savored it fully.As much as I would love to have this man unload his cum deep into. So we can make an honest fourteen grand. His mind wanted to be bitter at this, as it had so many times before, but it simply wouldn't take today. His hangover - which was really a four-day hangover - coupled with his nervousness at their first real concert, simply wouldn't allow it. And then there was his parting with Angie. That weighed heavily on his mind as well.He had grown very close to Angie during the last few months - at least as close as he'd been to Michelle during the peak of their. When I got there, they told me they were getting a divorced and that my dad has already been living out for a month. I got a bit sad, but I accepted it; I thought that if they’re divorcing is because they were having a bad time together, so it’s really the best for them.Even though I asked them, at that moment they didn’t explain too much about the reason of it. “It’s not like it used to be.” “These things happen sometimes.” And similar answers.That same afternoon I went to visit my dad’s new.