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You've come this far, so at least check it out! Don't be such a brunette wrong side town prude! You might even catch a thrill!" Feeling flushed and sweaty, Sandy takes a big breath and crosses the brunette wrong side town threshold. She expects the interior to be criminally dark and stifling hot with hookers in fishnet sashaying from trick to trick while junkies shoot up in the brunette wrong side town corner. But instead she finds the store to be clean, air-conditioned, and brightly lit, and not a single sex fiend jumps out to rape her. In fact, the store is empty except for an older man with a bad cough who's reading a magazine behind the counter. He doesn't look up, and Sandy quickly scans the place. It looks like an ordinary newsstand with brunette wrong side town magazines and colorful boxes lining the walls.
I was trying to be careful not to let anyone else see what I was doing. After about 45 minutes of looking, she picked this one large dildo. I didn't think they made them that big. It was 16" long and really thick. I was reading the package along with her and had forgotten that I had my hand under her skirt showing her ass. About that time I heard a voice say, "Looks like ya'll found something you like. "I quickly moved my hand and we acted like we didn't hear him. He stood right there with us and said, "No need to get embarrassed, he has seen people do this stuff all the time in here." He stood there and talked with us for quite some brunette wrong side town time. He was very friendly, well mannered person.
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