An old black man around the corner-1

Little did she know that this old black man was aroused by her presence and that black snake in his pants welcomed the sight and company of a young pretty white girl. Yes, she was naïve, but did know anatomy and finally realized that the man was sexually attracted to her.

“I need to get home. I have chores to do and fix dinner for my mom. It was nice to have met you,” Sandy said as she left the porch.

For the next two days, Sandy skipped walking by the old black man’s house. She was concerned by what she had noticed but then again was somewhat curious. He seemed like a nice old gent and never said or did anything wrong. But, fantasy can sometimes overwhelm a young girl’s mind and the more she thought about it…the more she wanted to tease herself into seeing the old man again. She also had a dream last night about African natives abducting her and carrying her to their village. It was weird and yet arousing.

It was Friday and Sandy walked back to home again. This time she went by the old black man’s house. Sure enough, he was on the porch. “Hello girl, have not seen you in a few days.” He was sitting in the swing and playing a banjo. Sandy walked up to the porch and said hi. Strangely, she sat beside him on the swing.