Sandy wasn't too bright. In spite of that, she found great pleasure in making fun of others. Usually by repeating their words in a nasally drawn out tone. Thus the title of the blog.
I don't exactly remember how I met Sandy. Probably out one night cruising with the boys. - Ran into her and a friend. She liked my car.
At the time, Sandy would do. Initially, we'd make out and she'd give me tug while I felt her up. After a while we'd fuck in a park near her house. She wasn't much into sex. Sorta just lay there biding the time until it was over. T'was her duty I guess in her fucked up head.
Sandy was decent looking. 5' 7", a pleasant face, tight body with smallish tits. Dyed ash blonde hair - closely cropped.
I met her family who were weird in their own ways. I think she might have been fucking her brother. Anyway, I came to dinner, went to family functions. Did all the right boyfriend shit. Although it was just for piece of ass. A dead ass but ass no less. I was 18. Sticking my dick in something was of utmost importance.
About the only time she'd ever shut up was during sex. She would talk constantly. About what, I don't know. I rarely listened.
If you hadn't guessed where this was going. We broke up. Had a fight I guess. Or she did because it's hard to argue with someone you're not listening to..
It was all good. I fell back in with an old off and on girlfriend to keep Mr Johnson happy.
About 2 months later, Sandy calls. She misses me and wants to go out. Meet her at the convenient store by her house, she says. I say, I'll just pick her up at home. No, she says. OK, I say.
We meet, she's so nice, We fuck. She talks. Sitting in the car afterwards, I ask why she didn't want me to pick her up at home. She tells me her parents were asking why I hadn't been coming around so she told them the reason was, I had beaten the shit out of her. I flip, WTF, are you going to tell them I didn't? She doesn't answer. In the meantime there's an ugly little fucker in a car next to us making threatening gestures before he jumps out, climbs on my trunk and begins pummelling my roof. I start to get out, Sandy says no, that's just my fiancee. Before I can absorb all this, he's back in his car driving off.
I drop Sandy at her corner. That's the last time I've seen her.
I Imagine she married thumper and they lived happily ever after in a trailer park raising fucked up kids.
Ass or no ass I had to draw the line at being accused of battery and stalked by a dwarf psycho.
After all. I do have principles.
vintage boobs
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that girl got some lungs
Somethings dont change as you get older ;)