Boys my age just don’t understand me. They are just hopeless little fuckers! Because of that, the only person getting my sweet, tight pussy is an older man.
How old, you ask? Over forty and not over seventy-five. I should have a lot of takers there. What do you think? Maybe I could place an ad online? Maybe I could just look for clueless men in the grocery store. I work as a cashier so I do know how to help.
Things worked out pretty well last night at work. I saw a sexy man having issues with produce. I shut my register and went to see if I could help him.
I got real suggestive with a big carrot. We exchanged info and he said he would call next time he shopped. Well, that wasn’t good enough for me or my sweet little hairy pussy.
I texted him later with a silly excuse. He bought it and invited me over. Older men always have such nice welcoming homes. After tea, it was time to check out the produce in his fridge. Was he really not understanding why I was really there? I thought I better make things completely clear. I grabbed some produce and stripped as I walked around his house looking for his bedroom.
Guess what I did in his big bed? You won’t even believe it!
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Written By: Emily
