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
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!
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