Yeah, I am bored. I sit there, remembering the last woman I banged before leaving the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Her name is Roselyn. She’s a ...all, beautiful and aloof Black woman who goes to my old church, the Haitian-American Seventh-Day Adventist of downtown Brockton, Massachusetts. You should have seen her, folks. This dame was tall, dark-skinned and fine-looking, with the big round booty from hell. Roselyn is in her late thirties. I’m only twenty three but whatever. I’m cool with. Then I rolled into a ball and cried quietly.I wasn't even aware of him dressing and taking his dog and leaving. The Clark kids left me alone for a long time. But it couldn't last forever.Keary called out, "Cunt! That's enough of that shit. Get up and get your ass over here, now!"I struggled to my feet and I hurt so much I found that I couldn't stand up straight. I was slightly bent over and with my hands pressed against my stomach I walked slowly over to where Keary was waiting impatiently.When. "Now dig in with your heels that is all you need do Helen."I lifted her lovely wide hips and started pumping my meat into her, slowly at first and then faster and as hard as I fucked the others. She was moaning all the time I was doing this, smiling and encouraging me by thrusting her own hips. I was amazed at the way this old woman was now as active as any of the others, being pounded by a ten inch cock, being driven into their body like a battering ram into her now full moist cunt. Helen, no. Wearing herhair up, red Capri pants that looked very much like they had beenpainted on, and a print shirt that had been tied below her ample bust. Igot an instant hard-on as she bent over, offering me something to eat.“Here.” she said, “Have some pastry! Got to keep your strength up!”Needless to say, I blushed when she looked up and saw my gaze riveted toher luscious breasts barely encased in her blouse, instead of the plateof food. She just smiled as she looked at me, then shifted her.