Billy the kid

The story of how Shante met “Billy the kid”

My name is Shante Jackson. I’m a 38-year-old black woman from Mobile Alabama. I’m 5″ 8′ 160 pounds of chocolate goodness.

After graduating Law school, I moved to Los Angeles California. Where I work 70 hours a week. Which leaves me hardly any time for an active social life or a love life.

I try to keep in shape. But no matter how long and hard I workout at the gym, my 40DD boobs and my 50-inch booty remain soft and firm.

Most men would describe my body type as a big boobed Cherokee D’ass (Pornstar)

With my huge boobs and big booty, it was hard to move up in my field. But through hard work and stepping on a few toes along the way. I’m now a partner at JJ&M law firm.

I’ve developed quite the reputation for being a bitch. Because I’m a very strong black woman, who was taught to take shit from no one. But all of that changed the day I met “Billy the kid”

Billy is a skinny 13-year-old white boy I met last Friday night after the front tire on my black BMW 745i caught a flat. Not only was it cold and rainy outside, but I had no clue of how to change a flat tire. Let alone, doing it in the rain.

So, when 13-year-old Billy offered to change my tire if I bought him a pack of smokes. I gladly accepted.

After about 10 minutes. Billy knocked on my window to let me know that he had changed my tire. I was so happy that I reached into my purse and gave him a crisp $50.00 bill and told him to hop in so that we could get him a pack of smokes.

I noticed that he was completely drenched in water. So I told him to grab a couple of blankets from my trunk and put them on the seats so that my seats wouldn’t get wet.

As soon as he was climbing into the front seat of my car, I noticed him glaring at my big tits. I’m used to it, so I ignored it.

Once we arrived at the store, I asked what brand he smoked, then went inside and bought him 2 packs of Newports.

I handed him his cigarettes and asked him if he needed a lift home. He said that he was headed to a friends house, who didn’t live too far from me. I really needed to pee. So, I asked him if he didn’t mind going to my place, for a quick bite to eat. He said sure, then he asked if I could dry his clothes for him. I told him yes and proceeded to drive home.

As I was driving I caught him glancing at my boobs again and starting to squirm in his seat a little.