The Small Town I Grew Up In...Where Everyone Knew Everyone - 43

 When I was a little girl growing up I never wanted to be the
Pretty Cinderella Princess   Or
The Snow White Beauty
I wanted to be the S XE confident Cewger mill f that lived upstairs from us in a four unit apartment in a very small town…It was such a small town that everyone knew Everyone.. AND EVERYONE KNEW HER.... Everyone knew her not for any other reason; other than; when she walked down the street, every man turned and stared.                    Every man from age 14 to 104.The grandpa across the hall from her would often get a good Swift Slap across the face when his wife caught him staring. w/ drool d' riping from his w het lipzzz as that       S XE Confident Cougar walked up the stairs of the small four unit Apartment I grew up in ...  In that v. Small town…
The 14 year old boy that live downstairs would often get grounded when his insecure but just as pretty of Mother; maybe not as sexy; but none - the - less, she was very pretty.   
Underneath his bed in a magical box she would find his Knotty magazines ....    Inside these Knotty(NAUGHTY) magazines. Underneath his bed .   in that MAGICAL box he would have stashed some Polaroid Photographs...  some VERY SPECIAL Polaroid photographs he had obviously taken of “HER”....
These v. Photographs we're very special because he would have had a front-row view in order to snap those Special Shots. Hiz 18 year old brother frequently went into his room and Borrowed (stole) those photos. He wished it was him who had that front row view his brother obviously had while taking those VERY Special Poloroid Pix. Those special pix he kept stashed inside his magazines.... his Knotty magazines, underneath his bed in that magical box .  Hiz Brother would lay on His bed And daydream. He would Dream about the Knotty things he wanted to do To Mzz. Smith… But EVEN BETTER he would daydream about the knotty things Mzz Smith going to do to him..
There was a man who also lived in this very small town I grew up. So small that everybody knew everyone and everybody knew him. They knew him for no other reason then When he walked into the pub every Woman turned and looked married or not they could not help themselves.
The sound and smell of his crisps new leather jacket caught the attention of even the most moral of church women who happened to be walking by and the sound of his Harley-Davidson Daytons clipping the ground with every step as he strutted around in those tight Levi’s jeans of his. Those tight jeans were so snug they not only showed off his fabulous backend you could also not help but notice the neatly tucked in; large; rather large package that showed off the front of those Levi’s
Everyone knew everyone in this small town and everyone knew HIM. They knew him as Clint and he rode that bike like nobody else could.
WE watched as He pulled up to that four unit small apt and waited outside for Mzz Smith… Reeving that motor between his legz. He was about to take her on the ride of her life only she did not know it yet....
Gramps across the hall Got one last Swift slap across the face from his wife as the Drul Drℹpp'd off his lips watching Mzz Smith walk down the stairs one last time..
Bradley and I could see each other out our windows. We could both tell that we were watching the same thing. All of a sudden I could hear Bradley’s mom yell "" as she found his latest Polaroid stash...
Hiz eyes were huge as He watched Mz Smith strut out the front door of our four unit Apartment complex in that very small town I grew up in.
Mzzz. Smith took one leg and stretched It Wide over the back seat as she climbed up behind him. When she sat down, she could feel the motor v ⬆️brate between HER legzzz and she could instantly feel the weness and the heet from her HT   d'rℹpi️ ️  jui️ez that flowed from her ️️Pℹnk ️  swollen   OHHHH So HT and Swoollen D' rp️ℹ      w he lipzzz
Mzzz. Smith was about to take Clint for the ride of his life. Only HE did not know it Yet…
Because on am mature and in my S x You'l Prime I am into the experience....very much into it...As much as you or MORE ❗
So it is NON - RUSHED ~ AUTHENTIC G erl F friend Experience. The hour will often be longer....(Not promised but often is..)
I do not have a clock ticking in the background with the buzzer beeping and saying "your hour is up Sunshine it's time to go"..  If we are still connecting when the hour is up, we will continue to connect and we will decide when we're done, not a clock....  I like our time together to follow the natural progression of the act. What would happen Naturally at the end of a date, if we were lucky or Blessed to make it to the bedroom ~ Kitchen Couter ~ Hallway Floor or In The Shower Getting W ' het together..