Little Red Wagon Repairman
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I think she's dead. Haven't seen a review about her or an ad for her to solicit doing the sex for almost a year now. I hope she died doing what she loves best; tiring out wieners then eating the white stuff.
I still remember hitting her up for a senior discount when she turned 65. I also remember the shame I felt being seen with her at Marie Callender's trying to make people think she was my crazy aunt. My cover was blown when she ordered one piece of Lemon Meringue pie with two spoons. People staring and snickering.
We did share some very special and intimate moments together. She would act like she was giving me a massage but only do that so she could get close enough to stick her tongue up my hairy, lumpy rear end. What a mischievous prankster. I wouldn't even get flipped halfway over before she had her mouth around my dick. It was fun fucking her missionary style watching her big, saggy grandma titties whack her in the face while her false eyelashes popped off looking like a pair of tarantulas attacking her turkey neck. She might have been old as dirt but still enjoyed being sodomized. I did have an issue finding her butthole as things shifted around and seemed to merge at certain angles.
Lemon Drop was a Dallas Cowboy fan. She was a Republican and seemed to have sexual fantasies about Mitt Romney. She liked talking about Costco when my penis wasn't in her mouth and bought a Samsung TV there once before getting a brisket sandwich and a medium Sprite.
I feel sorry for her last customer who was inside of her while her clock ran out. That must have been embarrassing and hard to explain. I imagine she had an open casket funeral so grieving ex-customers could ejaculate onto her face one last time while paying respects in front of her family.
A sweet old broad who had 47 pages of hooker reviews. I gave her the name Lemon Drop because she was an Asian lady who dropped to her knees when I pulled my pants down. The men who loved her have a great weight to carry around in our sacks.
RIP. Thanks for charging me but not charging too much.
I still remember hitting her up for a senior discount when she turned 65. I also remember the shame I felt being seen with her at Marie Callender's trying to make people think she was my crazy aunt. My cover was blown when she ordered one piece of Lemon Meringue pie with two spoons. People staring and snickering.
We did share some very special and intimate moments together. She would act like she was giving me a massage but only do that so she could get close enough to stick her tongue up my hairy, lumpy rear end. What a mischievous prankster. I wouldn't even get flipped halfway over before she had her mouth around my dick. It was fun fucking her missionary style watching her big, saggy grandma titties whack her in the face while her false eyelashes popped off looking like a pair of tarantulas attacking her turkey neck. She might have been old as dirt but still enjoyed being sodomized. I did have an issue finding her butthole as things shifted around and seemed to merge at certain angles.
Lemon Drop was a Dallas Cowboy fan. She was a Republican and seemed to have sexual fantasies about Mitt Romney. She liked talking about Costco when my penis wasn't in her mouth and bought a Samsung TV there once before getting a brisket sandwich and a medium Sprite.
I feel sorry for her last customer who was inside of her while her clock ran out. That must have been embarrassing and hard to explain. I imagine she had an open casket funeral so grieving ex-customers could ejaculate onto her face one last time while paying respects in front of her family.
A sweet old broad who had 47 pages of hooker reviews. I gave her the name Lemon Drop because she was an Asian lady who dropped to her knees when I pulled my pants down. The men who loved her have a great weight to carry around in our sacks.
RIP. Thanks for charging me but not charging too much.
