Ginger spoke as if he owned me “sure, this chick won’t mind”“My pleasure, I said” as Greycap put his cock to my lips.My second taste of flav...ursome cock. This one tasted of really old piss, no other way of putting it. It was hairy, rank and cheesy, but you know what, that made me feel even cheaper, sluttier and horny. Two homeless guys, one pounding me from behind and the other’s smelly cock in my mouth. Greycap was kneeling in front of me and I could just manage, balancing on one elbow, to rub. “God I love young pussy ... especially virgin ones” I growled, slamming into her depths.I leant over to bring my face close to hers, feeling her small tits pressing against my chest whilst I nibbled at her earlobes. She squirmed about on my embedded cock in response to the nibbling which I moved to the area just below her ear.I nipped at her tender skin for a few moments before I latched my lips onto her neck and sucked hard, starting a hickey that would be quite colorful. I moved down slightly. I rose to the heaven being a news reporter with my writings always on the front pages of the paper that I worked on, in that major city that I can't mention for obvious reasons.The perfume just increased my self-esteem a lot, and that helped me to show a different new me.Until that day my boss found me with Claire his secretary, and lover. It's just that I ignored the last, and he fired me, accusing me of being immoral, using all his will and power to make that no one hired me on that city.I. Yet, now that apple pie was there sitting in front of her, she was looking forward to eating something sweet as part of her private Valentine’s Day celebration now turned public. Ashamedly and regretfully, she lost more than her possessions when she became homeless. She lost her kind nature and her humanity. Just because she’s homeless, hungry, and poor shouldn’t mean that she should abandon her manners. Just because she’s homeless, hungry, and poor shouldn’t mean that she should be meanly.