Review: Karrie

General Details

I grew up all over the world as a military brat, then a professional college student. My woman lust and accent fetish started out in the American south-juleps and Madlen Form pointy bras. For me, there were two types of southern gals-the Honey Pots and their country cousins. The Honey Pot women had deep sultry accents, ample bust, a booty, hips, curves for days and plenty of time to fool around-or at least tease the hell out of you, on a Saturday night at the dance, or sunday morning in church after the lust.

The other type of southern woman, the country cousin, could not match the physical beauty and desire levels of the Honey Pot. But she would hang around and be your pal, and one day she would bang you because she did not know what all the fuss was about. The country cousin type gal was my original bang buddy. The gal that would take care of your manly discomfort once she saw the boner that you were trying to hide. You could bang her and still go after your Honey Pot dream girl with no hard feelings or strings attached. Karrie reminds me of that gal who would say People bang, it ain't luv, what's all the fuss about y'all?.