This woman, Christina, who lived a few doors down from me in our apartments, didn’t have a car and she would ask me for rides all the time. I didn’t really mind it because she was really hot and each time I did take her somewhere I would wear short loose fitting shorts that would let my cock stick out of the short leg band. She would always look but would never say anything. Knowing that she was looking always gave me a hardon and instead of just hanging out of my shorts my cock would be sticking straight up out of them.
Henry was on his horse and everything was perfect. The sun was shining. The harvest was bountiful. The women swarmed him. And most of all, the hacienda was more successful than it has ever been. As he was making his rounds, checking to see if the workers were okay and if things were running smoothly, he came upon a couple of workers squabbling with a strapping young lady. He saw that the sacks of pineapple that was due for shipping was tipped over, many of the pineapples littering the muddy ground. There was also a burgundy van. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what had happened. But that wasn’t what held his attention in those few precious seconds.
Her manhunt had eventually found a compatible guy for Juicy. Muscular, tall, nice smile thirty seven and a smooth body. They have been chatting on the text and he is polite, his grammar is good, she’s keen almost fallen for him and she looks forward to his daily contact. I’ve seen him and he looks good, after all I will be sharing my soulmate, the love of my life with him. I have to like him too.