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I got up to take a piss. Neither of these two things was as easy these days as they used to be. My knees ached as I got out of bed and staggered in the dark to the bathroom. I stood in front of the bowl with my dick in my hand, waiting for my prostate to co-operate.
My wife, Marge, was down in Florida tending to her sick sister. In a few years, when I retired, we were thinking about selling the old place and moving down to Florida ourselves. The neighborhood was becoming a bit too loud for my tastes.
Take the kids next door, please. This summer it seemed they invited every screeching kid in the neighborhood over their back yard to jump on that damn trampoline. The bouncing and screeching would go on for hours, it got on my nerves. Their parents reminded me of the hippies you’d see around when I was young.
I think his name was Jeff. His brown hair was usually in a ponytail. I mean, what kind of man wears a ponytail, for God sakes. His Granny sex wife, Cathy, had straight dirty blonde hair. It was so straight I swear she ironed it and so long it hung down to her ass. Although, I guess I got to admit, her ass looked pretty inviting in them tight jeans she was always wearing.
Marge was always bitching about the tank tops she strutted around in, saying she shouldn’t be showing her breasts and naked belly around the children. Frankly, I didn’t see...
I’d never been friendly with a black girl before but Tamara was different, not only different from any black girl I’d ever met but different from any white girl, as well. Some of it might have been that she grew up in Jamaica and had a lilting British/Caribbean accent that didn’t seem as threatening as the ghetto speak of the other black girls I knew.
Whatever it was, we hit it off from the first day she started working in the grocery store. When she was working the register and I was bagging, it was more fun that I’d ever had in my short sweet life. One night we were out on break together and I fired up a skinny joint. She gave me a big old grin, her pearly white teeth just shining in her pretty black face and took to sucking that smoke down like a pro, no coughing or nothing.
With a bit of buzz on I finally found the guts to ask her out and just about shit my pants when she said yes. I knew my daddy would just about flip if he knew I was dating a black girl but figured what he didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt him none.
Our county has got one of the few drive-ins left in the whole state and since I already knew Tamara liked movies, I figured it was a right good choice for our first night alone together. I like fixing up old cars and I had me a 59 Caddy that I put some special...
I got up to take a piss. Neither of these two things was as easy these days as they used to be. My knees ached as I got out of bed and staggered in the dark to the bathroom. I stood in front of the bowl with my dick in my hand, waiting for my prostate to co-operate.
My wife, Marge, was down in Florida tending to her sick sister. In a few years, when I retired, we were thinking about selling the old place and moving down to Florida ourselves. The neighborhood was becoming a bit too loud for my tastes.
Take the kids next door, please. This summer it seemed they invited every screeching kid in the neighborhood over their back yard to jump on that damn trampoline. The bouncing and screeching would go on for hours, it got on my nerves. Their parents reminded me of the hippies you’d see around when I was young.
I think his name was Jeff. His brown hair was usually in a ponytail. I mean, what kind of man wears a ponytail, for God sakes. His Granny sex wife, Cathy, had straight dirty blonde hair. It was so straight I swear she ironed it and so long it hung down to her ass. Although, I guess I got to admit, her ass looked pretty inviting in them tight jeans she was always wearing.
Marge was always bitching about the tank tops she strutted around in, saying she shouldn’t be showing her breasts and naked belly around the children. Frankly, I didn’t see...
I’d never been friendly with a black girl before but Tamara was different, not only different from any black girl I’d ever met but different from any white girl, as well. Some of it might have been that she grew up in Jamaica and had a lilting British/Caribbean accent that didn’t seem as threatening as the ghetto speak of the other black girls I knew.
Whatever it was, we hit it off from the first day she started working in the grocery store. When she was working the register and I was bagging, it was more fun that I’d ever had in my short sweet life. One night we were out on break together and I fired up a skinny joint. She gave me a big old grin, her pearly white teeth just shining in her pretty black face and took to sucking that smoke down like a pro, no coughing or nothing.
With a bit of buzz on I finally found the guts to ask her out and just about shit my pants when she said yes. I knew my daddy would just about flip if he knew I was dating a black girl but figured what he didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt him none.
Our county has got one of the few drive-ins left in the whole state and since I already knew Tamara liked movies, I figured it was a right good choice for our first night alone together. I like fixing up old cars and I had me a 59 Caddy that I put some special...
