Here’s another blackstreetbbw.com story I’d been waiting forever to tell, but this one, I was really waiting for a moment to tell it that I just couldn’t find until I had a blog. Telling it in the Bonus Section… just didn’t feel right.
If you liked any of my classic blackstreetbbw.com vids, (those ugly silent ones shot with my original camera setup), and you like bare thighs and cellulite, then you’ll cry when you read this story! I promise!
It really started a long time before all this because wear really showed with my original candid bbw spy gear setup, but it practically started when it really started to die. It got to the point where getting my wireless hidden camera, f*cked up wireless video reciever and jacked up video recorder with it’s half-dead special lithuim rechargeable batteries (I used regular rechargables for the 9v one for my camera and ELEVEN AAs for the recorder. [for more info on my setup, read yesterday’s entry on my getting banned from a Target store and look in there for it]) to all work was getting so difficult, and was having such a clearly degrading effect on what was left of the hardware- oh, and by he way, my first video reciever died on me, so I was on the second of those, and this one was looking not-so-hot too- that I was asking myself one day: “What if I turn it all on when I see some bbws and this turns out to be the last time this stuff ever works? The next time I cut it all on was that time…! The original equipment never worked again after that filming run! “What if this is the last time this stuff ever works? If it is, then I’m wasting my last use, so I hope it isn’t!” Too bad. TOO bad!
I rode to Wal-Mart before work… and it didn’t work! It was good that I’d parked my bike off on the side of the store in the trees a distace from the door so I could sit outside and fuss with the equipment in what would’ve been peace if I hadn’t been cursing the setup for being broken. Just had to use the store without the camera and miss some interesting, but non-essential bbws, like this white girl with an interesting bulge in the shape of the curve of her hips and thighs. Nothing to cry about though. Not yet.
Once in a while I’d see a(some) hot thick one(s) at the college Burger King I was working at at the time, and I just knew that the night my equipment was broken’d be the night something unforgettable happened, so I actually brought some tools with me so I could attempt to fix my rigged-up-at-home, overly complex and expensive camera setup during my lunch break that night!
I NEED TO FINISH THIS STORY STILL