The sun was coming up through the clouds, I had a bruised ass and blood stained thighs. XXX Read 42189 times |
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I first witnessed the spectacle Irene at a coffee shop I loitered at, she was a very butch older lesbian, I had seen her around the gay clubs further down bourbon we snuck into, she was easily three hundred pounds and carried every ounce like she was proud of it, her hair was black and sheared very short like a mans, wore flannel and demmin, and smoke cigars that made every one cough, I think she was somewhere between thirty five and forty.
