Found her on the side of the road, while perusing the area known in Southern California as Sun Valley. The area is similar to Death Valley in that the hot Cali sun beats down like a motha, but not quite as fatal. She was just walking along the road, heading towards 7-11 to get her early morning caffeine fix when I swooped her up in my new Hummer that glimmers in the morning light. She smiled at first, and then I rolled down the window and said your chariot awaits my lady. Shes Mexican but doesnt speak more than two words. Originally from New Mexico, but was abandoned and wound up in foster care. Shes got a beautiful smile and is wondrous about the world and especially Southern Cali having been locked away in a remote part of the country for so long. Well lo and behold, she was interested in taking off her clothes and riding my jones; I mean this isnt rocket science guys, and who knows those idiots at Cape Canaveral could learn a thing or two here anyway.
The Transexual Who Ate The Crossdresser
Our catch of the day is Vasheena, a pretty and......