Guests & Friends Stink!

It was aokay I got asked to go home because I had to get ready for my friend Jacky to visit. Jacky and I knew each other from the Sleep Apnea boards and we've been chatting up a storm for months and months. Jacky, like me, is a big beautiful woman and she took Greyhound to me home here from her home in Oklahoma.

She'd saved enough money to take the bus here and then the city bus to my apartment. I was almost ashamed for her to see the place I'm at cuz' it's filled with weirdos, sex offenders and perverts plus my apartment isn't as nice as the last one was. But she seemed like she didn't mind.

Jacky got here yesterday late at night. We sat up and giggled and drank the swankiest of beers before going to bed in the wee hours. She bedded down on my new swanky sofa with the fold out bed.

Now this morning when I got up I noticed Jacky had packed up her suitcase and put it by the front door. She was sitting in her Rascal dressed fancy. I had to asked her what was up because she was supposed to stay the whoel week, not just one part of a day. Jacky tells me in a snotty skeleton whore stuck up tone that surely I did not expect her to stay here with me the entire week. She'd told her servants keepers at the disabled facility that she was visiting me but really she was coming to my town to meet up with her internet boyfriend from the World of Warcraft game. I. Got. Used. For. A. BOOTYCALL!!! How unswanky!

We didn't speak the rest of the morning. I grunted my disapproval when she asked me to pass the sugar bowl and she sat drinking her coffeee ignoring me till he arrived.

This huge handsome muscular man of another raise showed up, came in, took one look at Jacky with her permed puff of thin hair, burgandy pants suit and Rascal and shouted, "Ah Hell Naw!!" and RAN! I don't know what he thought Jacky looked like but it must not have been what he expected. As he was running down the apartment complex hallway Jacky took off after him like she was in the Indy 500, cranking that gear box to 11 chasing that man.

Eventually she came back and blamed her online boyfriend's flight on me. ME? Said I scared him off by looking like fat Betty White on crack. As if!

We've been squabbling every since and Jacky's return ticket isn't until next weekend. So I'm stuck with her now. Right now she's out, she rode her Rascal down to the bar down the road and was muttering something about getting a bus to the Indian Casino. I don't know.

18 Wheels!

I could not believe it but yesterday after the crew came back for lunch the supervisor pulled me aside and told me to go home. He fired me from my canteen duty! He tried to say I was eating too much of the supplies and some of the acktual workers was going hungery.

As if! I'm too swanky to be stealing and eating baloney sammishes and potato chips! Just as well as it was boring as hell most of the time. At least now I can stay inside in the air conditioning and watch my stories.

So I rode my Rascal away from the work site, towards the apartments. It was a long trek but before I knew it a nice truck driver stopped to give me a ride, in more ways than one! AND he let me order whatever I wanted at Burger Queen afterwards!

He pulled up next to me as I rode home. I could see right away he was all romanical by the way he held his dildo and waved it in the air. He had a sticker on the window of his truck that sayd "Shoe Me Your Boobs" So I did. Strapped my Rascal on the back with his rubber chilcken. I rode him, he rode me. By the time he dropped me off at my apartment I was sore and bowlegged. I got beard burn on my boobies too. Filled up in all ways including my stomach.

Getting so much hot action lately that I have no need to read any of L Anne Carrington's stupid stolen porn she published in those Cougars and Studs books of hers. Why read stuff lifted from other porn by other people when you can live it!

Storms, Gardening and Loving

Sorry dear readerss I haven't been around. Some nimrod do-gooder at the halfway house for sex offenders, ehh, my new apartment complex decided that we all should pay society back by beautifying picking up trash along the scenic roadways in our town.

That was immmmediate a problem for mes because I'm in a Rascal because of my back, my knees, my hearing, my butt, my legs and all the other parts that ain't working right. I can't be picking up nothing, lifing nothing or planting nothing.

So's they made me be the canteen person. Every day when we go out I get deposited at a central location with the canteen and have 'ta make up so many samwiches, iced tea, dole out chips and sides plus maintain the drinks supply. I gets this done in a hurry, parks my self in the shade and read.

It's pretty boring and I'm alone out there most of the day. But sometimes it is most fulfilling. And profitableish. Take day before yesterday, there I was wearing my sexiest shorts and a t-shirt proclaiming me a volunteeer sex offender taking part in the road beautifucation thing. This truck rolls up with this hot stud driving it. He looked about 50-60, with sliver hair, mustache, etc, impressive mountain of hot man meat. He stares at me and my 56ZZZ boobs before driving off, turning his truck around and parking right behind the canteen.

Turns out he wanted me, offered me five whole bucks to give him a blowjob in the bushes. Oh, I gave me that and more! I rode him like he was a bad bad pony AND I had enough moolah afterwards to get a couple of boxes of Little Debbie Cakes and some Cokes.

A week before that it had been so hot outside that after I got the sammwiches made up I climbed down to a nearby creek and went skinny dipping. As I paddled about this hot guy came up, leaning on his walker, stripped off and joined me. We swam and then fucked in the water like a couple of horny trout. He gave me three bucks for the trouble!

So by the time I get home now I'm exhausnted, worn out and haven't had much enthusiam from the computer. I flop into bed and dream about having fun with more hot horny studs out there by the side of the road.

For bonus points I do believe between the heat and the L Anne like action I'm starting to lose weight!