My friends said since I’m having trouble meeting men who are ok with single moms I should date that African American guy who keeps asking for my number at

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My friends said since I’m having trouble meeting men who are ok with single moms I should date that African American guy who keeps asking for my number at the grocery store. Since we’re quarantining I invited him over for dinner.

After I put my daughter to bed we watched a movie and one thing led to another. After the i********** he immediately fell asleep and then flatulated really loud (sounded like brrrrrrrrrrrttttttttt).

An hour later he woke up and I heard him in the kitchen warming up food in the microwave. 30 minutes later he’s back in my bed flatulating again and saying “oh dear lord” after each one. An hour later he’s back on top of me wilding out and saying “I GOOD TO DIS PUSSAY”.

Finally an hour after that (around 5 am, who knew blacks woke up so early) he’s asking me for some money, saying he needs to buy “some gasoline, ham steak and soda poppy”. I told him I had $40 in my wallet and he could have it. I just wanted this muthafuker to leave at this point.

As he’s putting on his baggy clown pants he loses his footing on the carpet falls over, farts again sounding like a balloon that is losing its air then shouts “RACIST AZZ FLOOR!” gets up and scurries out the door, making a huge racket on the way out.

I can’t believe this happened to me.

New Confession

I was 14 for my first television show and on the side stage before going on camera one day the producer’s son that was 8 years old came up to me dragged up a chair and started hugging me and kissing me for righteously and started massaging my d*** and continued until it ejaculated and then he put my hand on his d*** which was very hard and then moved my hand up and down and I gave him a throbbing o***** as well we continue that for the rest of our lives and moved to Italy when he was 14 and got married I’m 20 years later we would not have it any other way but the point of this message is he chose that at 8 years old and it’s not regretted a moment of it and neither have I when we spent the night together he enjoyed f****** me and became one of the smartest people in his class…… He would spend the night with me on a night before filming and then later I stayed in his suite at his home and he began f****** me at 9 years old and had the most beautiful sounds of ecstasy his mother would come in and say you boys don’t stay up too late now as his d*** was throbbing in me….. After we were together about 6 months he had two other brothers and he said could we help them have o***** so he let them f****** as they had no one to give them o*****…… They were so incredibly beautiful …. Robbie showed them how to f****** from the rear and how to lubricate the p**** and they watched until they completed o***** and then the next one took his turn while the other two stood by with hard dicks throbbing even though they had just completed f****** me they both kissed my heart throbbing d*** as they went back to their own rooms Robbie took care of my d*** after they left and drank everything and became a part of me later with his first e********** as he was f****** me I became a part of him through The years our passion and love for each other have never stopped that is why I cannot identify with the control people want to have over what boys do with their d*** and who they can give it to and what they can do with it it’s a part of who they are it helps them become who they are meant to be

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When Harry was in prison. I went with some coworkers for a birthday party at a local restaurant. One to many beers later. Feeling along and wanted some excitement. I hooked up with one of their customers. I didn’t take him home he didn’t take me home. We done the deed on an air mattress in the back of his Ford explorer. Hey I’m 42 and not 17. I will say this guy had a very nice Bratwurst. That completely overfilled Harry’s under used playground equipment. The event ended somewhere around 2 am with a knock on the back window. When one of my besties was wanting to leave because she was driving. I then kissed his Bratwurst goodnight.