I do say about eleven k**s because mostly I was just a sperm donor in the natural sense in that it got around that I was a good fuck with good genes a...d I used to fill in the odd lady. So if you ever read about a woman with five k**s to five different fathers, well it was an industry for me and I don't condemn them. I do however own up to the last two whom I love dearly.Several years ago I became single again and went to live on the Gold Coast which is about 110km south of Brisbane. That is. I have not heard from him. I try to tell myself it’s the weekend, and he’d already had other plans for the day. I can’t expect him to call me every hour. Part of me says he learned his lesson and a skinny psychologist with stringy hair is no real catch at all, especially if she’s stupid and clumsy. The tears flow freely. I really, really liked this guy, and my being a klutz scared him off. Who am I kidding? Even so, all I did was give him an excuse. I probably would have been pretty terrible in. Even her bush was trimmed, not just in a neat shape but it was short too. She said she had not been with another man other than her husband in ten years, and she had never been with a young black man. She asked if I had ever had a white woman, no was my reply. I was only eighteen and this was my first time to be living away from home. Tell you the truth, I had not thought much about fucking a white woman till this very moment. She asked me to follow her and took my hand, my cock making a. I was a little embarassed about her, because she was a drunken mess and pretty old by my standards (desparate horny fuck w/o any young pussy available that night).We went back to my apartment, and she started to strip. I know, you're thinking that's cool; except I had to stop things and suggest we'd both "wash up" first! Talk about "over-eager." Anyhow, we did that, and got naked into bed.Now, I don't need big titties to be happy, and hers weren't huge -- but, oh, she wanted me to ravish them..