..okay after lunch I bumped into a hairy sweaty older guy I fell over infront off him as he came out toilets.. I spilt my hot chocolate over him. And ...kay its was my fault but he went crazy and got in my face started goin crazy shouting rite In my face omg it scared me and as he shouted he was spitting all over my face... He was hard to understand what he was saying in his broken up Welsh accent he looked like he lived everyday without changing his clothes and ever washing his face as he stunk. I was getting embarrassed just listening to Ellen talk. I turned around and went back inside. A little later Ellen walked over to me."If you ever want to try black cock you need to come with me to the club."She told me the club she goes to. There were plenty of black men looking for white women. She said to meet her at this place at nine pm on Friday night, if I was interested in getting layed . After I got home I began thinking about what Ellen had told me. I hadn't had any sex in months with. '' I smiled and walked away.****-----****It was that time of year again; the time where the seasons are changing from spring to summer, when the fresh morning dew sits delicately on the grass and flowers as the sweet morning sun filters softly over everything in sight. I feel the cool breeze brush against my cheek, all the memories I shared with friends, fiancé, and my son, in this special place come flooding back to me. As I stand alone behind my family, friends, Maria, and my son, they are. Smother you with my old pussy. Now relax yourself and get those tongue and lips busy, the first one won't take long at all," said Veronica. I was no stranger to face sitting having done it to men and women numerous times, and it being a core competency for my current profession. In fact, my face had been sat on so much, it's a wonder that my nose still stuck out at all. I was also no stranger to older women, much older women (and men too but that's another story). I have a bit of thing for.