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Retired widow with special needs seeks penpals, friends. My lifestory
I was born in Cornwash Georgia in 1925. My father was a bar back who
cleaned the spittoons and toilets at Willies bar. He had trouble getting decentv work because he had this habit of flashing people on Saturday night. Everytime he got liquored up we would get a call from the police saying they caught him with his pants down again. Fidel and Juvon were farmhands down the road on the Donniger property. They were both coal black and always sweaty. When I was 15 I started thinking how much I would like to do them at the same time. I was coming of age and finding my true destiny. I could take 2 dicks at one time when I was younger. Fidel and Juvon used to **** me at the same time and it was good. They would shoot their loads about the same time and my mouth would get thirsty quickly. My ass was voted the best of 1940. It still has a few miles left on it but I can't keep from ****ting on my partners dick. I was ****ing the brothers before affirmative action dictated that all the fat and ugly white women could be violated by the bucks. I used to get 15 dollars a pop and that was when the sisters and poor white trash were getting $13.50. Fidel used to say my asshole was haunted because everytime he went to felch me he heard something like "HELLO" come out of my butt. I think it was the wood alcohol he used to drink. That crazy niggra drank shaving lotion also. He used to see spiders on his body and Martians in the sky but he was the best pussy eating jiggaboo on earth! I hated it when they found him dead in his garden. When he died he **** his pants and turned grey. He looked a bit like Michael Jackson. Of course we hadn't heard of that molester yet. It's a wonder all the dangerous booze I drank didn't have an effect on my children. Well .. looking at Scott Salberg perhaps the bathtub gin or the thalidomide did him in. My children all had different fathers. Scott's father was a pedophile. I walked in on him and found him substituting his dick for Scott's pacifier. That's probably why Scott turned queer. He tried to **** his brother Chris until Chris cried so loud he alerted theneighbors. I tried to teach him a trade, how to steal without getting caught he was too stupid to catch on . He told on himself and told them I taught it to him. He's lucky I didn't get busted or I would have beat his ratting ass with a baseball bat. That's gratitude for you and naturally it came from the ****ing fag of the family. My son Chris had a worthless father also. He robbed people on drug deals. He told them he could get them drugs and skipped out with their money. One of them shot at me with a pistol and I had nothing to do with it. As I sit back and contemplate my life I wonder why I made the mistake of laying with jiggaboos and I wonder if my life would have been different if my babies fathers were white and respectable. It got old picking my husbands up out of the street every night because they were so ****ed up they couldn't walk. Scotts father had this habit of sticking his finger up my poop chute while I was sleeping. I used to wake up thinking I had to **** and there he was, salivating with brown fingers and a hard-on. Sometimes it made my crotch monkey wet to see the crazed lust in his eyes and the **** on his fingers! Sometimes we had such good times! It's a shame I caught him in bed with my father and had to divorce him. Mother begged me to overlook it saying "boys will be boys" but I just couldn't do it. Momma said it was just a phase and daddy used to go to bed with grandfather all the time. Momma said she would wait outside the door for them to finish. It usually took about an hour and when they came out, she would wipe Dad's chin and they would go home. As I said before I was born in Georgia in the 20's. When I was 5 years old My mother used to leave me with Granny and Gramps when she went to work bottling bathtub gin at the local speakeasy. Me and Gramps had a game we played when Granny went to the market. All I had to do was poopy in a bowl for Gramps and he gave me a shiny penny!! Gramps said he was magic, he could change it into choclate ice-cream and he put in in the icebox and it must have worked because after about an hour, he took it out and ate it greedily. Magic ice-cream was our secret, he told me never to tell Granny and I didn't. I can keep a secret. I was pure when I had my first niggra men. My mother used to spread my legs once a week and put her finger in to see if she could feel my cherry. I couldn't figure why she had to do it so often but I heard her mumbling something about "old letchers" and my Daddy and Uncles names would always come up. I never knew why. Juvon and Fidel were farmhands at the old Donniger property. They used to **** me at the same time. They could shoot off at the same time and I could take 2 dicks up my ass or in my mouth. Either way was heaven! Juvon used to say "Dis be sumb mutha****a fine pussa n acehole" It's so funny the way they talk. Like most everyone we had hard times in the 30's We were always short on money but Scott's father came up with a plan. We cut a 12 by12 hole in a closet and I would lock myself in the closet with my bare ass up against the hole. My husband brought men home from the speakeasy after they were all liquored up on bathtub gin and they sampled my tail 10 minutes for $3.00. That was a lot of money at the time and my husband said it was allright because the Reverend Stewart was a regular customer. He was so much different than he was in church. He always pulled down his pants and told me to get ready to be baptized. He always yelled out "Holy Mother of God" when he shot his nuts. Church was interesting from that time on. I would love to hear from you! email me: sharonlikesitnasty @ yahoo.com |
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Retired widow with special needs seeks penpals, friends. My life story
On Fri, 22 May 2009 18:27:45 -0700, Sharon Scharf wrote:
I was born in Cornwash Georgia in 1925. My father was a bar back who cleaned the spittoons and toilets at Willies bar. He had trouble getting decentv work because he had this habit of flashing people on Saturday night. Everytime he got liquored up we would get a call from the police saying they caught him with his pants down again. Fidel and Juvon were farmhands down the road on the Donniger property. They were both coal black and always sweaty. When I was 15 I started thinking how much I would like to do them at the same time. I was coming of age and finding my true destiny. I could take 2 dicks at one time when I was younger. Fidel and Juvon used to **** me at the same time and it was good. They would shoot their loads about the same time and my mouth would get thirsty quickly. My ass was voted the best of 1940. It still has a few miles left on it but I can't keep from ****ting on my partners dick. I was ****ing the brothers before affirmative action dictated that all the fat and ugly white women could be violated by the bucks. I used to get 15 dollars a pop and that was when the sisters and poor white trash were getting $13.50. Fidel used to say my asshole was haunted because everytime he went to felch me he heard something like "HELLO" come out of my butt. I think it was the wood alcohol he used to drink. That crazy niggra drank shaving lotion also. He used to see spiders on his body and Martians in the sky but he was the best pussy eating jiggaboo on earth! I hated it when they found him dead in his garden. When he died he **** his pants and turned grey. He looked a bit like Michael Jackson. Of course we hadn't heard of that molester yet. It's a wonder all the dangerous booze I drank didn't have an effect on my children. Well .. looking at Scott Salberg perhaps the bathtub gin or the thalidomide did him in. My children all had different fathers. Scott's father was a pedophile. I walked in on him and found him substituting his dick for Scott's pacifier. That's probably why Scott turned queer. He tried to **** his brother Chris until Chris cried so loud he alerted theneighbors. I tried to teach him a trade, how to steal without getting caught he was too stupid to catch on . He told on himself and told them I taught it to him. He's lucky I didn't get busted or I would have beat his ratting ass with a baseball bat. That's gratitude for you and naturally it came from the ****ing fag of the family. My son Chris had a worthless father also. He robbed people on drug deals. He told them he could get them drugs and skipped out with their money. One of them shot at me with a pistol and I had nothing to do with it. As I sit back and contemplate my life I wonder why I made the mistake of laying with jiggaboos and I wonder if my life would have been different if my babies fathers were white and respectable. It got old picking my husbands up out of the street every night because they were so ****ed up they couldn't walk. Scotts father had this habit of sticking his finger up my poop chute while I was sleeping. I used to wake up thinking I had to **** and there he was, salivating with brown fingers and a hard-on. Sometimes it made my crotch monkey wet to see the crazed lust in his eyes and the **** on his fingers! Sometimes we had such good times! It's a shame I caught him in bed with my father and had to divorce him. Mother begged me to overlook it saying "boys will be boys" but I just couldn't do it. Momma said it was just a phase and daddy used to go to bed with grandfather all the time. Momma said she would wait outside the door for them to finish. It usually took about an hour and when they came out, she would wipe Dad's chin and they would go home. As I said before I was born in Georgia in the 20's. When I was 5 years old My mother used to leave me with Granny and Gramps when she went to work bottling bathtub gin at the local speakeasy. Me and Gramps had a game we played when Granny went to the market. All I had to do was poopy in a bowl for Gramps and he gave me a shiny penny!! Gramps said he was magic, he could change it into choclate ice-cream and he put in in the icebox and it must have worked because after about an hour, he took it out and ate it greedily. Magic ice-cream was our secret, he told me never to tell Granny and I didn't. I can keep a secret. I was pure when I had my first niggra men. My mother used to spread my legs once a week and put her finger in to see if she could feel my cherry. I couldn't figure why she had to do it so often but I heard her mumbling something about "old letchers" and my Daddy and Uncles names would always come up. I never knew why. Juvon and Fidel were farmhands at the old Donniger property. They used to **** me at the same time. They could shoot off at the same time and I could take 2 dicks up my ass or in my mouth. Either way was heaven! Juvon used to say "Dis be sumb mutha****a fine pussa n acehole" It's so funny the way they talk. Like most everyone we had hard times in the 30's We were always short on money but Scott's father came up with a plan. We cut a 12 by12 hole in a closet and I would lock myself in the closet with my bare ass up against the hole. My husband brought men home from the speakeasy after they were all liquored up on bathtub gin and they sampled my tail 10 minutes for $3.00. That was a lot of money at the time and my husband said it was allright because the Reverend Stewart was a regular customer. He was so much different than he was in church. He always pulled down his pants and told me to get ready to be baptized. He always yelled out "Holy Mother of God" when he shot his nuts. Church was interesting from that time on. I would love to hear from you! email me: sharonlikesitnasty @ yahoo.com FAQ #6 -- #Andy# http://www.last.fm/user/revulse_1968/ "all your glad-handing is going to be wasted effort as soon as I drive ReVulse and the others permanently off alt.horror." - Avoid Normal Situations (7th May 2009) |
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Retired widow with special needs seeks penpals, friends. My lifestory
On May 22, 9:11*pm, ReVulse
wrote: On Fri, 22 May 2009 18:27:45 -0700, Sharon Scharf wrote: I was born in Cornwash Georgia in 1925. My father was a bar back who cleaned the spittoons and toilets at Willies bar. He had trouble getting decentv work because he had this habit of flashing people on Saturday night. Everytime he got liquored up we would get a call from the police saying they caught him with his pants down again. Fidel and Juvon were farmhands down the road on the Donniger property. They were both coal black and always sweaty. When I was 15 I started thinking how much I would like to do them at the same time. I was coming of age and finding my true destiny. I could take 2 dicks at one time when I was younger. Fidel and Juvon used to **** me at the same time and it was good. They would shoot their loads about the same time and my mouth would get thirsty quickly. My ass was voted the best of 1940. It still has a few miles left on it but I can't keep from ****ting on my partners dick. I was ****ing the brothers before affirmative action dictated that all the fat and ugly white women could be violated by the bucks. I used to get 15 dollars a pop and that was when the sisters and poor white trash were getting $13.50. Fidel used to say my asshole was haunted because everytime he went to felch me he heard something like "HELLO" come out of my butt. I think it was the wood alcohol he used to drink. That crazy niggra drank shaving lotion also. He used to see spiders on his body and Martians in the sky but he was the best pussy eating jiggaboo on earth! I hated it when they found him dead in his garden. When he died he **** his pants and turned grey. He looked a bit like Michael Jackson. Of course we hadn't heard of that molester yet. *It's a wonder all the dangerous booze I drank didn't have an effect on my children. Well .. *looking at Scott Salberg perhaps the bathtub gin or the thalidomide did him in. My children all had different fathers. Scott's father was a pedophile. I walked in on him and found him substituting his dick for Scott's pacifier. That's probably why Scott turned queer. He tried to **** his brother Chris until Chris cried so loud he alerted theneighbors. I tried to teach him a trade, how to steal without getting caught he was too stupid to catch on . He told on himself and told them I taught it to him. He's lucky I didn't get busted or I would have beat his ratting ass with a baseball bat. That's gratitude for you and naturally it came from the ****ing fag of the family. My son Chris had a worthless father also. He robbed people on drug deals. He told them he could get them drugs and skipped out with their money. One of them shot at me with a pistol and I had nothing to do with it. As I sit back and contemplate my life I wonder why I made the mistake of laying with jiggaboos and I wonder if my life would have been different if my babies fathers were white and respectable. It got old picking my husbands up out of the street every night because they were so ****ed up they couldn't walk. Scotts father had this habit of sticking his finger up my poop chute while I was sleeping. I used to wake up thinking I had to **** and there he was, salivating with brown fingers and a hard-on. Sometimes it made my crotch monkey wet to see the crazed lust in his eyes and the **** on his fingers! *Sometimes we had such good times! It's a shame I caught him in bed with my father and had to divorce him. Mother begged me to overlook it saying "boys will be boys" but I just couldn't do it. Momma said it was just a phase and daddy used to go to bed with grandfather all the time. Momma said she would wait outside the door for them to finish. It usually took about an hour and when they came out, she would wipe Dad's chin and they would go home. As I said before I was born in Georgia in the 20's. When I was 5 years old My mother used to leave me with Granny and Gramps when she went to work bottling bathtub gin at the local speakeasy. *Me and Gramps had a game we played when Granny went to the market. All I had to do was poopy in a bowl for Gramps and he gave me a shiny penny!! Gramps said he was magic, he could change it into choclate ice-cream and he put in in the icebox and it must have worked because after about an hour, he took it out and ate it greedily. *Magic ice-cream was our secret, he told me never to tell Granny and I didn't. I can keep a secret. I was pure when I had my first niggra men. My mother used to spread my legs once a week and put her finger in to see if she could feel my cherry. I couldn't figure why she had to do it so often but I heard her mumbling something about "old letchers" and my Daddy and Uncles names would always come up. I never knew why. * Juvon and Fidel were farmhands at the old Donniger property. They used to **** me at the same time. They could shoot off at the same time and I could take 2 dicks up my ass or in my mouth. Either way was heaven! *Juvon used to say "Dis be sumb mutha****a fine pussa n acehole" *It's so funny the way they talk. Like most everyone we had hard times in the 30's We were always short on money but Scott's father came up with a plan. We cut a 12 by12 hole in a closet and I would lock myself in the closet with my bare ass up against the hole. My husband brought men home from the speakeasy after they were all liquored up on bathtub gin and they sampled my tail 10 minutes for $3.00. That was a lot of money at the time and my husband said it was allright because the Reverend Stewart was a regular customer. He was so much different than he was in church. He always pulled down his pants and told me to get ready to be baptized. He always yelled out "Holy Mother of God" when he shot his nuts. Church was interesting from that time on. I would love to hear from you! email me: sharonlikesitnasty @ yahoo.com FAQ #6 -- #Andy# http://www.last.fm/user/revulse_1968/ "all your glad-handing is going to be wasted effort *as soon as I drive ReVulse and the others permanently *off alt.horror." - Avoid Normal Situations (7th May 2009)- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - Somebodee needs to report dis purrson. Dis is supposed to bee a FAMLEE group! Tabbey |
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Retired widow with special needs seeks penpals, friends. My life story
On Tue, 2 Jun 2009 11:04:57 -0700 (PDT), Tabbeycat
wrote: On May 22, 9:11*pm, ReVulse wrote: On Fri, 22 May 2009 18:27:45 -0700, Sharon Scharf wrote: I was born in Cornwash Georgia in 1925. My father was a bar back who cleaned the spittoons and toilets at Willies bar. He had trouble getting decentv work because he had this habit of flashing people on Saturday night. Everytime he got liquored up we would get a call from the police saying they caught him with his pants down again. Fidel and Juvon were farmhands down the road on the Donniger property. They were both coal black and always sweaty. When I was 15 I started thinking how much I would like to do them at the same time. I was coming of age and finding my true destiny. I could take 2 dicks at one time when I was younger. Fidel and Juvon used to **** me at the same time and it was good. They would shoot their loads about the same time and my mouth would get thirsty quickly. My ass was voted the best of 1940. It still has a few miles left on it but I can't keep from ****ting on my partners dick. I was ****ing the brothers before affirmative action dictated that all the fat and ugly white women could be violated by the bucks. I used to get 15 dollars a pop and that was when the sisters and poor white trash were getting $13.50. Fidel used to say my asshole was haunted because everytime he went to felch me he heard something like "HELLO" come out of my butt. I think it was the wood alcohol he used to drink. That crazy niggra drank shaving lotion also. He used to see spiders on his body and Martians in the sky but he was the best pussy eating jiggaboo on earth! I hated it when they found him dead in his garden. When he died he **** his pants and turned grey. He looked a bit like Michael Jackson. Of course we hadn't heard of that molester yet. *It's a wonder all the dangerous booze I drank didn't have an effect on my children. Well .. *looking at Scott Salberg perhaps the bathtub gin or the thalidomide did him in. My children all had different fathers. Scott's father was a pedophile. I walked in on him and found him substituting his dick for Scott's pacifier. That's probably why Scott turned queer. He tried to **** his brother Chris until Chris cried so loud he alerted theneighbors. I tried to teach him a trade, how to steal without getting caught he was too stupid to catch on . He told on himself and told them I taught it to him. He's lucky I didn't get busted or I would have beat his ratting ass with a baseball bat. That's gratitude for you and naturally it came from the ****ing fag of the family. My son Chris had a worthless father also. He robbed people on drug deals. He told them he could get them drugs and skipped out with their money. One of them shot at me with a pistol and I had nothing to do with it. As I sit back and contemplate my life I wonder why I made the mistake of laying with jiggaboos and I wonder if my life would have been different if my babies fathers were white and respectable. It got old picking my husbands up out of the street every night because they were so ****ed up they couldn't walk. Scotts father had this habit of sticking his finger up my poop chute while I was sleeping. I used to wake up thinking I had to **** and there he was, salivating with brown fingers and a hard-on. Sometimes it made my crotch monkey wet to see the crazed lust in his eyes and the **** on his fingers! *Sometimes we had such good times! It's a shame I caught him in bed with my father and had to divorce him. Mother begged me to overlook it saying "boys will be boys" but I just couldn't do it. Momma said it was just a phase and daddy used to go to bed with grandfather all the time. Momma said she would wait outside the door for them to finish. It usually took about an hour and when they came out, she would wipe Dad's chin and they would go home. As I said before I was born in Georgia in the 20's. When I was 5 years old My mother used to leave me with Granny and Gramps when she went to work bottling bathtub gin at the local speakeasy. *Me and Gramps had a game we played when Granny went to the market. All I had to do was poopy in a bowl for Gramps and he gave me a shiny penny!! Gramps said he was magic, he could change it into choclate ice-cream and he put in in the icebox and it must have worked because after about an hour, he took it out and ate it greedily. *Magic ice-cream was our secret, he told me never to tell Granny and I didn't. I can keep a secret. I was pure when I had my first niggra men. My mother used to spread my legs once a week and put her finger in to see if she could feel my cherry. I couldn't figure why she had to do it so often but I heard her mumbling something about "old letchers" and my Daddy and Uncles names would always come up. I never knew why. * Juvon and Fidel were farmhands at the old Donniger property. They used to **** me at the same time. They could shoot off at the same time and I could take 2 dicks up my ass or in my mouth. Either way was heaven! *Juvon used to say "Dis be sumb mutha****a fine pussa n acehole" *It's so funny the way they talk. Like most everyone we had hard times in the 30's We were always short on money but Scott's father came up with a plan. We cut a 12 by12 hole in a closet and I would lock myself in the closet with my bare ass up against the hole. My husband brought men home from the speakeasy after they were all liquored up on bathtub gin and they sampled my tail 10 minutes for $3.00. That was a lot of money at the time and my husband said it was allright because the Reverend Stewart was a regular customer. He was so much different than he was in church. He always pulled down his pants and told me to get ready to be baptized. He always yelled out "Holy Mother of God" when he shot his nuts. Church was interesting from that time on. I would love to hear from you! email me: sharonlikesitnasty @ yahoo.com FAQ #6 -- #Andy# http://www.last.fm/user/revulse_1968/ "all your glad-handing is going to be wasted effort *as soon as I drive ReVulse and the others permanently *off alt.horror." - Avoid Normal Situations (7th May 2009)- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - Somebodee needs to report dis purrson. Dis is supposed to bee a FAMLEE group! Tabbey Hello, Mrs bod! |
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Retired widow with special needs seeks penpals, friends. My life story
On Tue, 02 Jun 2009 11:04:57 -0700, Tabbeycat wrote:
Somebodee needs to report dis purrson. Dis is supposed to bee a FAMLEE group! Tabbey Hi Tabbey, could you offer any advice to my friend Lisa? Her pussy is quite old and won't stop dribbling. It's also looking very matted and unkept. It's in a bad way, but she won't stop playing with it. The worst thing about it is the smell. -- #Andy# http://www.last.fm/user/revulse_1968/ "all your glad-handing is going to be wasted effort as soon as I drive ReVulse and the others permanently off alt.horror." - Avoid Normal Situations (7th May 2009) |
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Retired widow with special needs seeks penpals, friends. My lifestory
On May 22, 9:27*pm, Sharon Scharf wrote:
I was born in Cornwash Georgia in 1925. My father was a bar back who cleaned the spittoons and toilets at Willies bar. He had trouble getting decentv work because he had this habit of flashing people on Saturday night. Everytime he got liquored up we would get a call from the police saying they caught him with his pants down again. Fidel and Juvon were farmhands down the road on the Donniger property. They were both coal black and always sweaty. When I was 15 I started thinking how much I would like to do them at the same time. I was coming of age and finding my true destiny. I could take 2 dicks at one time when I was younger. Fidel and Juvon used to **** me at the same time and it was good. They would shoot their loads about the same time and my mouth would get thirsty quickly. My ass was voted the best of 1940. It still has a few miles left on it but I can't keep from ****ting on my partners dick. I was ****ing the brothers before affirmative action dictated that all the fat and ugly white women could be violated by the bucks. I used to get 15 dollars a pop and that was when the sisters and poor white trash were getting $13.50. Fidel used to say my asshole was haunted because everytime he went to felch me he heard something like "HELLO" come out of my butt. I think it was the wood alcohol he used to drink. That crazy niggra drank shaving lotion also. He used to see spiders on his body and Martians in the sky but he was the best pussy eating jiggaboo on earth! I hated it when they found him dead in his garden. When he died he **** his pants and turned grey. He looked a bit like Michael Jackson. Of course we hadn't heard of that molester yet. *It's a wonder all the dangerous booze I drank didn't have an effect on my children. Well .. *looking at Scott Salberg perhaps the bathtub gin or the thalidomide did him in. My children all had different fathers. Scott's father was a pedophile. I walked in on him and found him substituting his dick for Scott's pacifier. That's probably why Scott turned queer. He tried to **** his brother Chris until Chris cried so loud he alerted theneighbors. I tried to teach him a trade, how to steal without getting caught he was too stupid to catch on . He told on himself and told them I taught it to him. He's lucky I didn't get busted or I would have beat his ratting ass with a baseball bat. That's gratitude for you and naturally it came from the ****ing fag of the family. My son Chris had a worthless father also. He robbed people on drug deals. He told them he could get them drugs and skipped out with their money. One of them shot at me with a pistol and I had nothing to do with it. As I sit back and contemplate my life I wonder why I made the mistake of laying with jiggaboos and I wonder if my life would have been different if my babies fathers were white and respectable. It got old picking my husbands up out of the street every night because they were so ****ed up they couldn't walk. Scotts father had this habit of sticking his finger up my poop chute while I was sleeping. I used to wake up thinking I had to **** and there he was, salivating with brown fingers and a hard-on. Sometimes it made my crotch monkey wet to see the crazed lust in his eyes and the **** on his fingers! *Sometimes we had such good times! It's a shame I caught him in bed with my father and had to divorce him. Mother begged me to overlook it saying "boys will be boys" but I just couldn't do it. Momma said it was just a phase and daddy used to go to bed with grandfather all the time. Momma said she would wait outside the door for them to finish. It usually took about an hour and when they came out, she would wipe Dad's chin and they would go home. As I said before I was born in Georgia in the 20's. When I was 5 years old My mother used to leave me with Granny and Gramps when she went to work bottling bathtub gin at the local speakeasy. *Me and Gramps had a game we played when Granny went to the market. All I had to do was poopy in a bowl for Gramps and he gave me a shiny penny!! Gramps said he was magic, he could change it into choclate ice-cream and he put in in the icebox and it must have worked because after about an hour, he took it out and ate it greedily. *Magic ice-cream was our secret, he told me never to tell Granny and I didn't. I can keep a secret. I was pure when I had my first niggra men. My mother used to spread my legs once a week and put her finger in to see if she could feel my cherry. I couldn't figure why she had to do it so often but I heard her mumbling something about "old letchers" and my Daddy and Uncles names would always come up. I never knew why. * Juvon and Fidel were farmhands at the old Donniger property. They used to **** me at the same time. They could shoot off at the same time and I could take 2 dicks up my ass or in my mouth. Either way was heaven! *Juvon used to say "Dis be sumb mutha****a fine pussa n acehole" *It's so funny the way they talk. Like most everyone we had hard times in the 30's We were always short on money but Scott's father came up with a plan. We cut a 12 by12 hole in a closet and I would lock myself in the closet with my bare ass up against the hole. My husband brought men home from the speakeasy after they were all liquored up on bathtub gin and they sampled my tail 10 minutes for $3.00. That was a lot of money at the time and my husband said it was allright because the Reverend Stewart was a regular customer. He was so much different than he was in church. He always pulled down his pants and told me to get ready to be baptized. He always yelled out "Holy Mother of God" when he shot his nuts. Church was interesting from that time on. I would love to hear from you! email me: sharonlikesitnasty @ yahoo.com You sound like the Romance of Lust. |
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Retired widow with special needs seeks penpals, friends. My life ?story
In alt.horror ReVulse wrote:
On Tue, 02 Jun 2009 11:04:57 -0700, Tabbeycat wrote: Somebodee needs to report dis purrson. Dis is supposed to bee a FAMLEE group! Hi Tabbey, could you offer any advice to my friend Lisa? Her pussy is quite old and won't stop dribbling. It's also looking very matted and unkept. It's in a bad way, but she won't stop playing with it. The worst thing about it is the smell. Not juvenile enough. -- alt.flame Special Forces "When people are free to do as they please, they usually imitate each other." -- Eric Hoffer |
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Retired widow with special needs seeks penpals, friends. My life story
"Tabbeycat" wrote in Scott's father was a pedophile. I walked in on him and found him substituting his dick for Scott's pacifier. That's probably why Scott turned queer. A-HA! |
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Retired widow with special needs seeks penpals, friends. My life story
On Tue, 02 Jun 2009 20:42:31 +0100, ReVulse
wrote: On Tue, 02 Jun 2009 19:51:51 +0100, The White Lady wrote: On Tue, 2 Jun 2009 11:04:57 -0700 (PDT), Tabbeycat wrote: Somebodee needs to report dis purrson. Dis is supposed to bee a FAMLEE group! Tabbey Hello, Mrs bod! "Tabbey" seems like a looney, until you see what the others in her newsgroup are like : http://tinyurl.com/qvatsg HOLY. ****. I shouldn't be too surprised at the level of retardation, these are cat people after all. The most pathetic ****s on the planet. After goths on bikes. |
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Retired widow with special needs seeks penpals, friends. My life story
On Tue, 02 Jun 2009 20:59:00 +0100, ReVulse
wrote: On Tue, 02 Jun 2009 11:04:57 -0700, Tabbeycat wrote: Somebodee needs to report dis purrson. Dis is supposed to bee a FAMLEE group! Tabbey Hi Tabbey, could you offer any advice to my friend Lisa? Her pussy is quite old and won't stop dribbling. It's also looking very matted and unkept. It's in a bad way, but she won't stop playing with it. The worst thing about it is the smell. here's a pictu http://www.straitstimes.com/STI/STIM...080503/cat.jpg isn't it cute?! |
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