What a day it has been. I got up in the cool of the early part of the day and made myself as swanky as possible, shaved off the leg fur and put on tight spandex bike shorts over a bikini. While I was waiting for my Betty White updo to set I logged onto the old computer and did what my thinsperation idol - Lori Carrington - did back when she wanted to go to a White House dinner. I forged an invite using photoshopping. No White House anything around here but I did fussy up a convincing invite to the Yatching Club's annual soiree on the 4th.
Took the bus across town to the Yathcing Club to watch the regatta and enjoy the fruits of my labor. It was better than staying in or going to the community room where Ethel and pals would be bringing hotdogs and rutabaga pickles. They all still hate me, those skinny little skeleton whores! They are just jeallus that they are dried up old hags and I'm a juicy ripe gal ready for action of a youthful 50. They keep accusing me of stealing their food. As if!
That boating place was so so swanky! Crystal chandeleiries and white silk wallpaper with doodads on it. The luncheon tables were set with white linenes, crystal and patriotic swag! I picked a piece of red, white and blue tinsel from a table and looped it through my beautiful silvering curls. The men could not stop staring at my swanky all natural 52ZZZ breats. I got a lot of dirty looks from the uppity skeleton whores there too. My curves are too much for them to measure up to.
After slipping out to powder my nose I noticed that the snooty nosed attentant in the cloak room wasn't there. I poked my head into the cloak room, wanting to ask her if I could borrow a sweater or parasol because I didn't want my gorgous milk white skin to be sunburned but she still wasn't there. So I found a pink parasol to use and realized all those nice designer purses were sitting there all on their lonesome. At first I started just looking at them but after a while they were begging me to check out the insides. I went over each and every one after donning someones abandoned golf gloves. Now I have new jewelry, credit cards and so much cash I don't quite know what to do with it. There was a lot of strange things in there, some crazy white powder in a couple I borrowed and a lot of tranks. I might have borrowed a prescribetion or four.
One of the big disappointments of the day was the food at this joint! Spinach salad with strawberries and bacon is just a waste of strawberries and bacon! They didn't have hot dogs and burgers, they were serving cut up Maine Lobster on hot dog buns with a squirt of melted butter! Brocolli! Something like lettuce called Indeeve. It was horriable! No chips, no cookies, just a lot of nasty unrecognizable foods.
I was busy trying to discreetly spit out a horsedervy made of salty black stuff on crackers that I thought was blackberry jam when the most uppity looking cunt in the place pranced up to me. She wore a white tennis dress, was really skinny with shoulder length blonde hair pulled back by a white band around her head and she demanded to see my invitation. I showed it to her and this cunt had security remove me from the premises, but I got away with my found objects including that beautiful pink parasol and I drank a sea of Purple Jesues while I was there. I slipped my phohne number to a couple of the gents before I left.
Feeling no pain I went down to the river and started watching all the hot and hulky guys in speed boats. All that booze and the next thing I knew I was flashing my creamy tatas for all they were worth and three guys in a speedeboat asked me if I wanted a ride on teh boat. I did indeed.
While the fireworks flashed overhead I got gang banged like I never have been,. Every hole filled and dripping with delicious fresh man juice. I cummed again and again and again. I'm going to have to hang out by the river more often. When the 3 hotties dropped me off they even gave me a whole twenty dollar bill! Lori was right about hanging around better places and getting paid for sex! I barely ate anything at all and I made bank!
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