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***Story Time***Every Saturday morning, just as the sun bega..
🕑 Added 2024-09-29 22:36:51 +0000 UTC***Story Time***
Every Saturday morning, just as the sun began to rise, I would find myself in the alleyway behind my house, throwing away the trash. It had become a routine I looked forward to, thanks to my neighbor, Mr. J
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Mr. J was a kind and mature man with silver hair and a warm smile. He always seemed to appear just as I was finishing up. “Novinah, you look wonderful today,” he would say, his eyes twinkling with genuine admiration. His compliments were always respectful and made me feel appreciated. He would often compliment how I looked.
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One early Saturday morning, after his usual kind words, he asked, “Would you mind helping me in my backyard shop? I need to make some adjustments to my tools, and an extra pair of hands would be wonderful.” I was curious and flattered, so I agreed.
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While we were working in the shop, Mr. J asked if I could check the light fixture above the workbench. It had been flickering, and he thought it might need a new bulb. I climbed onto the workbench on all fours to reach it. As I was finishing climbing up I felt a slight twinge in my back reached back and quickly remembered I didn't have my panties on under my long sleeping shirt.
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“Are you okay, Novinah?” Mr. J asked, concern evident in his voice. I was quickly trying to cover up but he gently placed a hand on my back to check if I was alright. “I think I just twisted a little,” I replied, trying to reassure him.
“Take it easy,” he said, as he started his hand towards my ass. "Stay on the workbench I don’t want you to get hurt.” His concern quickly turned into an instinctual older man getting ready to feast on youngg Latina pussy.
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This became our routine. Every Saturday morning, while his family was still asleep, I would help Mr. J in his shop. “I don't expect much from my wife anymore Novinah thanks to what you bring to me on weekends.”
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For two years, this was our ritual. I realized that he was getting the biggest reward between the two of us over time. This was not about the tools or the compliments, the help. This was about a white married man having his way with a fresh latina pussy. This formed, a unique relationship that I never expected. But both of us gained from it. In many ways, Mr J is part of who I am today. He fulfilled a sense of me belonging and who I was to be as a woman.
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This was back when I was much much younger in 1996
