EXPLORATION! Mr.Hyena Bonks Old Mama, Attracts Attention of Hotel Management

An English adage goes that ‘never judge a book by its cover.’ As part of adventure in shafting, last week I bonked an old mama and I am tempted to stop bonking these young babes and resort to old mamas. I 100% agree with Kiweewa’s song of Egali Ekozzeko, these old women have a lot of secrets and experience when it comes to bedroom matters.

I realized that when one takes his time to do thorough foreplay before sex, they get turned on and splash el-nino like falls at Murchison dam.
I found three old women at Mutaasa Kafero rumor-mongering when I had gone to buy cosmetics. “My name is Mr. Hyena I want to shaft you,” I boldly introduced myself while pointing a finger to the one whose big boobs were protruding like they were firm. “What’s wrong with small boys of this generation? You aren’t even ashamed of saying all that nonsense before women who qualify to be your mother!” One of them said in Luganda. “Why would I be ashamed when I know exactly what I want?
Being my mother’s age mates has nothing to do with shafting you. It’s good you are aware that none of you is my mother. Whether you are 20years older than me, it doesn’t change the fact that I want to shaft you!” I assured her on a serious note. Two old mamas abandoned us and went to their shops and this gave me a chance to take a seat and concentrate on hitting my point.
“You may be faithful to your husband but I want to take you back in the days, just try me out, you won’t regret,” I begged her. By this time she was already ripe and it was now evident that she wanted to try out steamy romps with me although she seemed to be ashamed before her friends who would even leak the news to her spent force husband. I suggested that we go to Holiday Express Hotel and discuss further.
Good enough, she accepted my suggestion not knowing that she was going to face the wrath on my whopper. On entering the room, I did not waste time listening to her reasons for not surrendering the goods to me. As we talked, I kept stretching my hand to touch her as if emphasizing a point and she would sigh with relief. I saw her getting every minute as my whopper was spitting venom! Eventually, she confessed how her husband drinks a lot of beer, mistreats her and sometimes starves her sexually.

This was my chance to show her my skills. I was surprised when she told me that she was 48 and at her age nobody has ever applied any other style on her apart from missionary style. “Can you imagine at my age I just read sex styles in the Red Pepper but my husband has no time for me? Whenever I demand him to apply western jazz or doggie, he dozes off. He is obsessed with his legendary missionary style and every time we shaft, I get terrible backache,” she confessed. I suggestively touched her and the next word she uttered was Hyena help and cure my backache.
I reached for my CDs as she removed her kitenge and ‘mothers union’. While putting on clothes her breasts looked a little bit firm but when she removed I got shocked to see that they were like stockings of footballers. Anyway, it didn’t bother me since I wanted a solution to finish the problem. I tried some foreplay and when she attempted to kiss me, I deceived her that I have bruises on my tongue. She proved to me that she is an experienced lady when she gave me a perfect BJ. Instead of making her moan, I was instead groaning with sweetness.
She opened her legs wide and upon touching there, it was beating like the heart of a rabbit. Before penetrating her, she gushed out el-nino though with a bad stench. I hear people who go to senga’s to become waterlogged, get smelly water. I never bothered since I was not going to drink it.
When we were done with 1st half, we laid on the Mazongoto as if nothing had happened between us. After few minutes she regained strength and started playing with my monster whopper. Trust the grandson of Kabalega, I gave her a hard one and she demanded for western jazz and doggie. I did not disappoint her, I thrushed her several times and she shouted to the extent of attracting the attention of the hotel management who thought someone was perhaps administering a child sacrifice in the room.
I entered her from behind and she said “If my daughters were not yet married, I would give you one so that she enjoys this sweetness.”She recently called me complaining that I had chucked her. “How can you spend all these days without talking to me Hyena, you mean you don’t miss me?” she asked. To back her off, I told her a tale of Mr. Hare’s sex-escapades with a porcupine, where the porcupine asked Mr. Hare whether the session was sweet.
Mr. Hare’s response was that I am almost vomiting and you are asking whether I have enjoyed. She cut off her phone and since then she has never called me. Although her old age coupled with bad stench pissed me off, this old woman is among few people in Uganda that really know the dynamics of the game.