Her thoughts passed in a stream-of-consciousness arrangement where one thought leads to another, complete with the images evoked. I sorted the data so...it didn't matter if she followed a thought of a school situation in the second grade with a romantic fantasy from high school to an image of her first love interest and then a photograph of her mother in her Senior Prom dress or even a very pretty field of flowers. Very few of the individual incidents were important by themselves but the total. ....''i look at him his palm on my ass he fondled me feeling it buzzing''you must feel good walking like that , your cute white ass plugged ?''''......''''tell me do you feel good doing this ''''i ....do feel good''''no tell me what feels good?''''i ....i like walking my ass plugged ''''good boy''''its ok , i found out and think its very sexy''''when you go back after lunch plugged and happy, made my cock so hard''i look at him ....caught broken''you must have a tiny cock dont you?''and he lift. This is my second date from Tinder. If anyone like my story can ping me on my mail ID Coming to the story. After my last intimacy with a dusky girl, she got married and we couldn’t meet again and do stuff. So I fell back again swiping profiles on Tinder. I got a match with a girl named Geetha. She was fair with a good face and chubby.We started chatting over the app and we decide to meet the next weekend for a breakfast date. We met and had a good talk. She was a good talker I was very. He seemed a nice guy and as no one else was doing it, I introduced myself and explained that I was Sue’s husband.“Oh, so you’re Pete. Wonderful to finally meet you,” he grinned, “Sue talks about you all of the time. About all of the interesting places you get to visit, all those countries you get to help out.”We were soon deep in conversation, as he quizzed me about the type of development consulting we did and whether I’d ever done any work in his home country of Nigeria. As I’d done a fair.