Went out with a friend this weekend and met a middle aged black gentleman.
After a few drinks and the butterflies leaving me I took it upon myself to muster my courage and asked him he would like to stop by my house.
I told him my deceased husband was a bit kinky and he asked me to explain,?
By then my hand had to see what was in his pants. The we explored the toys that were still in my bedroom closet
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