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I grew up in what would most likely be called a disadvantaged home. My father was a laborer and my mother was a house keeper. You see, were came to the US from Mexico illegally and had to pretty much stay under the radar.
I had an uneventful childhood, my family was close and my parents had good values and tried to teach them to my brother and me as we grew up. But because we were illegals we had to stay to ourselves a lot and I wasn't popular at school and I didn't have any friends to speak of growing up.
I guess that's why when Cindy (a white chick who was a cashier at the Dollar Store were I worked after dropping out of the eighth grade) took an interest in me I was all over myself to make her like me.
Looking back I think it was the fact that she was a pretty white girl, and I was a nobody Mexican emigrant, that made me go along with her desires. It was a heady thing to have a hot looking white girl fondling my privates and telling me what a Latin stud I was.
Anyway, our relationship grew and I got to fuck her every which way after work and on weekends. We'd go away together in her Volkswagen van and camp out and fuck like rabbits. I even counted that I'd had 17 cums one weekend. Cindy was a hot white girl and I liked fucking her a lot.
Then one day she told me about this thing she liked to do. Apparently before she knew me she'd go down to skid row from time to time to find a drunk bum and fuck him, even if he was passed out. She said that she liked the feeling it gave her to rape these helpless men, knowing that they couldn't stop her from using them made her orgasms more intense.
To my amazement as she told me about this sick thing my dick got hard and I imagined this porcelain skinned female squatting over some dirty old bum's prone body as she humped his knotty old erection with her slick pink cunt.
It turned out that Cindy had a hankering to do it again and she wanted me to come with her, to help her find a drunk and to be her lookout. I was a little unsure about this at first. I mean, did I really want to see her fuck some dirty old bum? What would I feel about her after she did it and I'd seen her do it?
In the end it didn't matter that I had doubts, I went with Cindy and we found a dirty bum, not as old as I thought he'd be, but drunk and dirty. And I watched as Cindy scoped out the area and then handing me her purse, she went over to the passed out drunk and bent down and began to tug at his pants.
I couldn't take my eyes off her as she pulled his fly open and then tugged his trousers down his skinny white legs. My eyes widened as my girlfriend looked nervously around before she dropped her pants, kicking them off and positioned herself over his prone body.
It was strange to watch this pretty woman with the flawless completion squatting over this disgusting bit of humanity intensely trying to jack his manhood into life. She was intent on her effort and seemed to have forgotten that I was there. I looked on as she squeezed and pulled his limp dick-flesh into life.