Reggie was the original foot long. Becky was his neighbor’s *******; blonde with a thin waist and a face to die for and had just turned nineteen. She was visiting from school and something about her had changed. Reggie had noticed her long blonde hair was in cornrows and she was blasting her rap music until the early morning hours.
Reggie noticed her coming home as he put out the trash at two in the morning.
“Late night?’ he asked.
“I don’t know, you tell me.”
“You asking for a date?” Reggie asked and Becky flashed him her smile and a view of her cleavage. She was still slick with sweat from dancing all-night at a club in the inner city.
“I’m game if you are,” she said.
Let me know if you want more. Part one. More of my stories on amazon.com jack cuckold. All rights reserved Jack Cuckold 2018.
Reggie noticed her coming home as he put out the trash at two in the morning.
“Late night?’ he asked.
“I don’t know, you tell me.”
“You asking for a date?” Reggie asked and Becky flashed him her smile and a view of her cleavage. She was still slick with sweat from dancing all-night at a club in the inner city.
“I’m game if you are,” she said.
Let me know if you want more. Part one. More of my stories on amazon.com jack cuckold. All rights reserved Jack Cuckold 2018.
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