The first time was a 56 year old black man who was from Baltimore. He messaged me and was talking so rudely, demanding that I live chat with him and t...elling me what my bitch ass was going to do for him, I almost came all over myself! I hit number 3, we were connected and I was in love. I tried to speak, he told me to shut the fuck up and speak when spoken to, then told me my name was ‘bitch’ and I was to do everything he said, without question. It took him yelling at me a few times to figure. She was wearing a loose striped shirt over a grey marl vest top and a pair of cut off denim shorts. I was dressed in a scoop necked yellow t -shirt and knee length khaki shorts. It wasn't long before Jackie's size and curvaceous figure drew whistles and cat calls from a group of older men on the beach, " Hola guapa! " One guy in his early thirties called, " hey beautiful why don't you sit down with us for a while? " It turned out he was from Frankfurt in Germany, as were his three colleagues. ". I left my manners home and brought my appetite."There was also that man-of-mystery element when he would talk about the far-away places he'd been before he came to stay with us.According to him, he had rolled into town in an empty boxcar just a day before the blizzard had struck the region. He had ridden the rails from somewhere down South. He claimed he had come up to Indiana looking for work.My dad later identified him as someone who just liked to ramble here and there. He was like a. Putting my fingers inside his pants, I rocked them from side to side as I lowered them over his hips. I controlled the descent as they lowered down his legs, making sure he felt them go down as I rubbed them against his legs. I had him raise one foot, then the other as I removed the jeans, and pitched them aside. I saw his cock outlined against his shorts and he liked what I was doing. It was straining to get out and I let it. But first, I reached down inside and grabbed his shaft and stroked.