I might be considered crazy, but as I go into my final years, I really regret that I wasted so much of my youth on pure sex. Only when I got into my 40s did I start to appreciate all the sensual aspects of BM/WF relationships. by that, I mean the build-ups, the flirtations, the situations ( Like when a white wife in line w/ me at the post office casuallyrelated to me in a round-a-bout manner how tough it was having an invalid husband who was unable to attend to her needs. She was a very proper-looking and acting lady but in private, whe was extremely forthcoming). Like meeting in a half-deserted San Diego coffee shop where she positions herself so only you can appreciate her boson and thighs. I don't go out much now but when I do, it's always more than pleasant.