Loves me some trailer trash. My first older woman was a hard-drinking, chain-smoking, older friend of my aunt and she had me every way she wanted right there on that nasty green carpet in her single-wide in the middle of a Kansas summer with the air conditioner blowing full-blast. That trailer sat out in the country and when the sun hit in the afternoon, it could be soooo hot. She sat around in her bikini top and cut-off jeans, the beginning of a beer gut hanging over the waistband, drinking Old Milwaukee, puffing on Old Golds, and listening to the classic rock station. I still can't hear Free Bird without thinking of sinking into her up to my nuts and hearing her grunting and singing along with it. She was a nasty woman living on one monthly check from her ex-husband and one from the state. She didn't eat well, she smoked and she drank, she had a deep appendectomy scar that looked nasty in that wrinkly, sunburned skin. She had really small, flat, hanging tits, a bony ass, and a ridiculously hairy pussy. Pretty sure turned tricks now and then to keep herself in beer and smokes. But she was tight as any younger woman I ever had, she knew what she wanted, and she knew how to ask for it. Yeah. Loves me some trailer trash. I'd fuck her right now if she wasn't in a nursing home.
I'll bet the one on the left there is going to look an awful lot like her in about twenty years.
