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My conservative beauty queen of a girlfriend went away to coach a Christian basketball summer camp for two weeks of the summer after we graduated. Several churches had volunteer coaches attending including some black Baptist churches from the city. Amongst those coaches was an older volunteer returning for his twentieth consecutive summer. He was a good coach but the reality was he was there to hunt. He was a charming and discrete older man with a quick smile and an encouraging word and popular with both campers and colleagues. And he absolutely loved fucking young naive Christian white girls. He never bragged about it and was the exact opposite of flashy because his goal wasn't to ram black seed deep into one young beauty...no sir. He wanted them all. He'd made mistakes while sharpening his game as he matured and was actually almost fifty while claiming quite a bit less because his looks and charm allowed him to pull it off. Just another harmless prayer warrior helping minister the flock with coaching, encouragement and prayer.
