Jan 10
Walkin’ on the Wild Side
As an ebony loving, black cock stuffing, cumguzzling old white whore it goes without saying that I love me some black men. The darker the berry, the whiter the load on my belly I always say. Thats why around this time of yearI like to kick off the first part of the new year with a good old fashioned anonymous interracial fuck.
Usually I get dressed up in my sluttiest looking old white lady gear, see thru silk top, short denim skirt no panties of course, and a long expensive looking coat, waaay underdressed even for the mild Southern winter, and I wander the “bad” side of town as though I were lost, looking for whatever tall young black buck that might be of assistance to me. Once the young teen boys see a bowlegged white bitch stumbling down MLK blvd looking confused and frightened they figure maybe it’s time to ask her if she needs a ride anywhere. Miss Helen is always so grateful, because she’s been wandering for what seems miles, trying to find her friend Gladys’ house on foot. Miss Helen gets in the nice young black man’s “hoop ride” I think they call it, and places her hand gratefully on his strong muscled young thigh and feels the firmness of it underneath his baggy jeans and she winks. Then she directs her kind young Samaritan to the general area where her friend lives… yes THIS street looks familiar… I could have sworn her house was around her somewhere… maybe over there behind that parking lot? the one with the back alley. Yes… thank you young man, you are so kind for taking the time to help a dotty old white lady find her way around the neighborhood. Surely you will let me repay you somehow for your time…. just pull over here and let me think of something…
MMMMMMMM…. last year I had the pleasure of two young brothers (actually brothers not just “brothas”) who let me repay their generosity in the backseat of their Impala. Hottest two-holey action I’d had in a long time. They both came inside me, zipped up and pushed me out of the car and pulled off. NOT very hospitable I must say. So of course I had to hitch a ride home. A kinder older black man this time… he was more than happy to nibble and nuzzle on my itty bitty titties as we sat in front of my garage. When my husband came out of the house tho he became very nervous and that was the end of our fun. But it’s all about the adventure you see.. the journey… Now… where are my thigh highs again?
HELEN 1 888 298 3960
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