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I met Angie at a hippie festival in southern Oregon.  She was part Native American, small, thin, with chakra tattoos on her wrists and back, and a colorful dragon tattoo wrapped around her right calf.  Whenever the music was playing, she was dancing.  I was there with several friends and she just came up out of the crowd and stretched out on our blanket with her head in my lap, looking up at me.  “Hi,” was all she said, then another reggae song started, and she was up dancing, spinning, and twirling, beaded dreadlocks streaming out away from her head. A few days later she sent me a friend request on Facebook, which I accepted.  Scrolling through her timeline and photos, it quickly became obvious that she was a bit different.  Very hippie-ish with her talk of crystals and oils and herbal healings, but also quick to shift from sweet and loving to killer rage and back in a matter of a few minutes, sometimes less.  “This girl’s nuts,” I said to myself.  She also had a strong overtone of sexuality.  As time passed, I came to realize that almost everything she did or said was rooted somehow in sex.  kaçak iddaa My interest grew, even though I was in my mid-sixties and she was thirty-something.  Yeah, I could tap that.One night a few years later she and I went to see a mutually favorite band at a bar two towns over.  She drove, we had our individual fun at the show, then she kept nodding off on the freeway going home.  It was about two o’clock when we reached my place.  I was concerned that she still had about a half-hour drive to her mom’s house through Oregon mountain backroads in the snow, so I offered to let her crash in my front bedroom.  She accepted and that was the first night of her six-month stay (totally against my rental contract).  Fortunately, she wasn’t a freeloader.  She cooked, cleaned, kept the back yard neat, and grocery shopped.  Come to find out, she was rapid-cycling bipolar and paranoid schizophrenic with psychotic episodes (official medical diagnoses).  The only medications she took were not prescription.  It was an interesting half-year, to say the least.  She often reminded me of the Helen Reddy song, “Angie kaçak bahis Baby”.About a month into her stay she met me at the door and said in a voice loud enough for the neighbors to hear, “I want your sperm.”  Shit, I couldn’t get the front door closed fast enough.  She has NO filters. “You what?” I asked.“I’m craving male sperm.  I need to suck you off.”Holy, fuck!  She didn’t wait for me to agree; she just dropped to her knees in front of me, opened my jeans and pulled them down along with my underwear, and put my still limp dick in her mouth, working her tongue around it as she sucked, teasing up under the foreskin.  Even in my shock, I started to respond.  Soon my dick was fully hard, foreskin was back, and she was bobbing on half the shaft with her mouth while her fist pumped the rest.  The surprise, coupled with the many weeks since I’d last had sex and her wandering around the apartment topless or barely not naked, took their toll.  In just a few minutes I gave her what she wanted, a mouthful of semen.  She milked it out with her hand, sucking on the head as her tongue teased the glans.  illegal bahis Once she was satisfied that she had it all, she swallowed, gave a satisfied, “Ahhh”, and smiled up at me.  Then she pulled my jeans up, fastened them, and gave me a slap on my ass before standing and heading toward the kitchen.  “What do you want for supper?” she asked.She sucked me off a few more times over the next couple of weeks until she figured out that eating pork was causing her craving for sperm (I said she was nuts).  After she dropped all meat from her diet, except buffalo and whatever her on-again-off-again boyfriend had hunted recently, she never sucked me off again.  In fact, she mentioned one evening over supper that she really hated giving head.  She also said she could never fuck an old man with grey hair (i.e., me).  That was wrapped up with some negative events she’d experienced many years ago and ended my vague fantasy that I might get some pussy from her.A few more months passed.  It was mid-March by now.  I got up some time after midnight for my usual nocturnal bathroom run and when I crawled back into bed, I found her there, naked.  “I don’t care if you’re old and grey, I need a dick NOW!”  She pushed me onto my back, pulled my shorts down, and began stroking me to hardness.  It didn’t take long. 

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