I was wrong, and I love it.

I love it that I was wrong.

I didn't particularly care for her face. I definitely didn't like her ass. Too big and kind of mushy. Her tits were okay but not okay enough for me to put her on the "must" list. Legs? Sort of stumpy. Outfit? Sort of strange. Eyes? Don't even remember.

But the competition wasn't much either. This was a Friday afternoon verging on 5 pm. If there were hotties around, they were hiding. There were some of the usual Latinas I've been seeing for more than a decade. Nothing against Latinas (I've lusted for many and busted a nut for more than few), these just were older, thicker and not for me. There were a couple of other older dancers too. I didn't mind that they were handcuffed to a couple of older guys around a large, rectangular bar that must seat 40, maybe more. A dozen or so high-top tables were empty.