"I am not ready for the nursing home yet," Gwendolyn Whyte said with a smile. The six-foot-tall slightly chubby and busty, silver-haired and blue-eyed gal looked at her reflection in the mirror. With her big tits, wide hips, thick thighs and big round ass, Gwendolyn looked hot and knew it. At the age of sixty, she still looked good. Even after living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, for over a decade, Gwendolyn retained her South African accent. Born in Gauteng, South Africa, Gwendolyn is a woman of her times. With all that implies.
Gwen left her townhouse in Vanier, Ontario, and headed to downtown Ottawa, Ontario. The tall, elegant South African-born woman was meeting with a good friend and associate of hers. Dylan Dubois, a tall and handsome black man of Haitian descent, requested a meeting and Gwen happily acquiesced. The two of them have fucked on many occasions. Dubois is definitely Gwen's favorite BBC, the black stud whose big black cock has stretched her holes for years. What does this handsome piece of chocolate want now? Gwen most definitely endeavors to know...
"I am tired of being a BBC thug and want to try femdom," said Dylan Dubois. The big and tall, dark-skinned black man looked at Gwendolyn and waited. Gwendolyn allowed herself a smile and sipped her coffee. The two of them sat inside the Bridgehead coffee shop located on Metcalfe street in downtown Ottawa. Outside, a fast-driving snow blanketed the Capital of Canada. Gwendolyn wore a red turtleneck shirt, blue jeans and black boots. A dark gray leather jacket was draped over the back of her chair.
"Excellent choice," Gwendolyn replied, and Dubois smiled and nodded. As the older white woman bantered with the handsome younger black man, a couple of Somali gals entered the coffee shop. The two young black women looked at the interracial couple and seemed displeased. Everyone knows that black women give black men attitude every chance they get. Seriously, why do black women get mad when those same black women go after white women? Cause and effect, sisters! It's not that difficult a concept.
"I'm down," Dubois said, and Gwen grinned as he settled the bill. The two of them left Bridgehead coffee shop and walked down the street. They went past the Tim Horton's and the government office building. Dubois used the public library parking lot around the corner. Clever lad if there ever was one. Dubois opened the car's side door for Gwen like a gentleman and then got behind the wheel. They pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward the east end. Driving up Montreal Road, they headed to a quaint townhouse located down the street from the Biker's Church of Ottawa.
