After you’ve made me cum and demonstrated I’m your cock slave, they can treat me like a slag, I’ll fuck them all if that’s what you want.”By...the time I’d finished saying that, Ron was standing in front of me with just a t-shirt on, his cock was sticking out in front of him like an iron bar. “Look at the fucking tart, she knew that you were all old, so the filthy bitch has put arrows on the inside of her thighs pointing at her bald twat in case you get lost.”Ron started rubbing his bell end up. Dick hesitated but the man pulled him closer."Mamba can quiver and sliver like no other snake. He is the king of snakes." whispered the man into Dick's ear.Dick's heart beat faster.Dick gently began touching the snake and it felt very queer."Aahh yes he like you doing that, you have a feel for snakes, that is clear. Have you handled one before perhaps?" No, this is my first time." said Dick as he got a little bolder."That's good, he'll be your friend now you do that for him."As Dick stroked the. Albeit, the soiled clothes she wore were worn 5-7 days a week and looked greasy and dirty and her face was always flushed from being out all day in the sun, I was able to look right past all the grime and the dirt and I saw a bodacious, sexy, independent woman who had, for some reason or another, an impossibly difficult time of fitting into society and so was on the streets just surviving day-to-day.And yes, I wanted to fuck her.Not sure why, but this dirty, greasy old homeless lady and her “Go. Doing it again would have a completely different meaning. We hadn’t talked about us because it wasn’t about us. At least, it had not been, not until that kiss at the station.That was the foremost question in my mind. Was there an ‘us’? The kiss, when it was no longer about Birgit, had rocked me back and left me stunned. My struggle was whether there SHOULD even be an us? Could I ever see her as someone separate from Birgit? What did she think of me? Was her act of love purely an expression of.