At age 44 Janet’s husband’s heart exploded and her spirits were swept away in a general malaise. In desperation, Janet sought solace and found it in only one thing, large gatherings of colored men using her lonely and aging holes in all of the nastiest ways.
Interracial gang-bangs made life worth living.
That and her kids, whom she loved. She’d often accompany them to a show and out for a meal after. They had so much fun. The sound of her children’s laughter left her heart full, but her holes, so very empty by contrast. To remedy this, she’d sneak off to the nearest tavern and get positively glazed by the darkest men in town.
This one time at a real elegant fuck-party. With her holes wholly filled and every able bodied man on his 3rd or 4th facial or cream-pie(some vag, mostly anal). Someone offered her a crack pipe. She took the condom-less black dick out of her mouth long enough to take a sizable hit. Janet reached nirvana the instant she exhaled the crack smoke and inhaled the large black hog that was ripe to brick in her mouth.
And brick, it did.
The smoke-able cocaine ushered the centering of her consciousness towards all that mattered henceforth, black cock and crack rock.
Everything went to shit after that. She lost interest in her kids and spent her free time pursuing crack fueled gang-bangs with all the most loathsome characters you might imagine would attend such a dirty thing.
She caught six types of AIDS in a week and died three days later, her body, absolutely riddled with the six various strains of AIDS.
She went to hell of course.
The lord spared her no mercy with his judgement.
He never does.