Just as the washer begins to shake in the spin cycle, you withdraw, taking your cock out completely. You don't even give me a chance to complain, as y...u pull me off the washer. You, then, turn me around and forcefully push my head down onto the washer, sticking my ass high in the air. Still holding me down, you take the lube out of my purse, and squirt it all over your cock. Then you spread my ass cheeks and put it all over my tight hole. "Hold that ass open for me, dirty slut," you practically. It was two or three AM, and we were over at my place. On that night she was on the inner side of the bed, next to the wall, so it was necessary for me to move aside so Kate could edge over, roll out, and head to the bathroom. I scooted over and Kate scrambled past me, her bare barely making a sound as they settled onto the yellowed tile floor. I noted that whoever had used the bathroom last had left the light on. The door was closed but I could see a dim fluorescence leaking from beneath it. . She looked down at my blue eyes. “Is that really you on the back cover of that book? Did you really write that?” she said. I looked into her eyes. “Yes! I was here 6 months ago. You saved my life.” I said. She looked between her legs. My semi hard cock was growing. She smiled…...................“Bam! Bam! Kabowwww… Zing!!!” I felt the last bullet zip over my head. I opened my eyes. I looked over at Nurse Jaymie. She smiled. We both got off the warm sand. I grabbed our gear. She grabbed her pink. This story is about a real and typical experience that she had with a man when she was homeless four years ago. She’s had many experiences like this one, many much worse than this, but she chose to write about this specific experience because it relates to Valentine’s Day. * * * * * Being that today was Valentine’s Day, the day of love, and after having scraped up enough coinage, Susan decided to treat herself to lunch at McDonalds. Normally, as long as it wasn’t too nasty, what she ate was.