Hello, there. My name is Sally and although I'm a fifty-year-old woman, I'm nobody's grandma! I stand six feet tall, with jet-black skin and I weigh two hundred and forty pounds. I am proud of myself. Always have been and always will be. In my time, I've been a lot of things. I've been a police officer, a nurse and a teacher. I've always been a very sexual person and now that I am retired, I see no reasons to change who and what I've always been. A lot of women fear their middle years. You hear a lot of crap about menopause, hot flashes and night sweats. All that fun stuff. I've decided not to let any of it interfere with my sexuality and my strong sense of self.
I am a bisexual woman who happens to be of African descent. It happens. It also happens that I spent two decades of my life living with a woman named Michelle. Michelle was my partner. A lovely gal with dark brown skin, a sexy smile, and a body that only seemed to get better with age. I loved her. Michelle came from Haiti and we wet during the 1980s when I was a rookie policewoman. We fell in love and remained together for decades. Everyone knew that she was the love of my life. We went to police barbecues together, and also social functions. I never hid this part of my life. Unfortunately, Michelle left me for a young white woman named Andrea. I should have seen it coming. I didn't. Isn't love grand?
I spent a long time by myself. I was lonely. I had a few discreet sexual encounters with both men and women but nothing worth mentioning. The only memorable lover I've had since Michelle's betrayal and departure is a fascinating individual which I shall tell you about. There is a young man who lives not far from me. His name is Pierre and he is a rather good-looking guy. Six feet tall, slender, with light brown skin and curly black hair. Half Haitian and half Irish. This biracial stud currently attends the local community college and he's also well-known in the local boxing circuit. I've always had a thing for boxers, especially black male boxers. Of all athletes, they're the toughest. They're so strong and masculine. I like my men to be strong. I put the moves on Pierre the day he came by my apartment building to visit his girlfriend, a skinny white broad named Leslie. He has since broken up with her but still remembers me.
Yeah, Pierre and I have had a lot of fun together. Once, I gave him a blowjob in the parking lot at night. I normally don't do this but this young man is so fine and sexually attractive that he makes me want to do things. I sucked his cock and licked his balls right by the tree between a Lexus and a Toyota. He had a nice dick, eight inches long and uncircumcised, which is exactly the way I like my men. I think natural men fuck better and I dare anyone to prove me wrong. I don't stay with them exclusively but being uncut gives a guy better chances with me regardless of his looks or status in the community. I'd like an uncircumcised cab driver over a circumcised senator any day. I love playing with natural cocks. I don't know why.
Pierre and I continued this little session in my apartment. My favorite time of all is the time when both of us pushed the barriers. I don't know how but we started having a bad argument and things got pretty intense but somehow, we ended up in the shower together. Pierre pulled down my shorts and caressed my booty. I pressed my butt against his groin and felt him grow hard. Moments later, he did something I've never let anyone do before. He spread my cheeks, then pressed his cock against my back door, and waited. I did not say a word. Instead, I held his cock against my hole, and pushed back against it. My man's cock impaled my asshole.
