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Grits and groceries

Date: 2/4/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Masturbation, Mature, Author: Xtreme357, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

to happen so I went about my way. As I paid the cashier and was on my way out the store, she walked up beside me; "man what is your story?" "I don't have a story Missy, I just happen to like more than"just a pretty face." "Really?" "Really indeed, and I don't fall for every one that I see either." "Well that's good to know." As we approached my car, I left my cart: " would you allow me to assist you?" I asked as I accompanied her to her car. She frowned slightly, "you certainly can." "Wow, she remarked, and a gentleman to boot." She stood back as I loaded her groceries into her car, "there you go Missy" "Why do you insist on calling me that?" "Because I didn't get your name." "Well you didn't ask." "And you didn't offer either." She shook her head, "man why are we playing these games?" "That's a good question, so what is it?" "It's Yolanda, and yours is?" "Desmond, but just call me Dez." "Well, I would but I don't have your number." Damn, I thought, big b*o was right, just pique their interests, and watch them come to you..."don't ever chase pussy boy, he'd say let it come to you." I gave her the digits and bid her ado. Back home with groceries put away and relaxing on the sofa, visions of Yolanda danced through my mind;I wondered if she was this drama queen, or as crazy as a three dollar bill? I wouldn't have to wait long to find out as she called me before I could make my thoughts a phrase. Hello? "Hey Dez, what's good?" her voice sound upbeat and musical. "Oh, I'm just ... chillin'" "Really, I thought you were supposed to be so busy." "Not really, I just hate small talk." "Oh really, then what should we discuss?" I could hear the exasperation in her voice, "perhaps we could have dinner, or meet somewhere and get better acquainted." "So this was all a ploy to get into my pants?" "Not at all, I replied, but if you think every dinner or date that you go on is simply a prelude to getting into your pants, well, I'm sorry to hear that, good day, Yolanda." "Wait a minute, you ain't about to just dismiss me like this." "But I thought I'd offended your sensibilities." "Man what do you want from me?" As I sensed her attitude, I decided that she too was just another pretty drama queen with a lotta baggage... "look, I'm not trying to fall in love and start up anything deep or enduring, I'm just a single fun loving brotha that doesn't do drama." "So you just wanna hit it and quit it?" "Frankly my dear, if you can't keep my interests past the bedroom, the chances of you even making it there aren't the best." "Oh so you're head game is that thorough." I knew what she meant but her putting it like that made me chuckle. "Oh, no that didn't come out right", she corrected. I know what you meant, I said, still laughing. "So when you wanna meet" "Okay listen, if and when we do meet, I don't want to have any unrealistic expectations." I could see that she wouldn't be the tough conquest as I'd once figured but the question is, would she be worth the trouble, or a better ...