Older woman, younger man, I supposed it was an old story but there was so much more to it than that. My husband had always wanted sex, bothered me about it constantly and always wanted to do strange stuff, to me and with me. I think that was what precipitated our divorce, the simple fact I was unwilling to give him what he wanted. Now that I am in my own sexual prime there are many more things I want to do, am willing to do, am anxious to do. Here I was presented with a bunch of beautiful black men. Big, muscular basketball players who had honed their bodies to perfection. I found myself gazing out at the classroom and becoming aroused wondering what they looked like, what their big, black cocks were like. I was suddenly determined to find out. Not just how they looked but how they felt, how they tasted.