She had had another dream where her parents were alive, she had food to eat and a bed to sleep in. As she rolled over on her back, stretching her arms... her eyes closed again. She was still tired and wished she could sleep in, but it wasn’t allowed here at the homeless shelter. She had been lucky to have been able to get a bed to sleep in last night. She slowly got up, stretching her muscles. The beds were hard and uncomfortable, but it was still a bed inside a building, and it wasn’t always. Good times. So, hey guys, how about a post mortem: What did you think of her? Honestly.”Nelson shrugged and took a swig, “She wasn’t half bad.”Adriel looked around to some of the scantily clad ladies then back to Preston.“Right, of course, mixed company, we’re all gentlemen here,” Preston clapped his hands, “Ladies, please give us the room!”The women left, their perfect bodies, a parade of flesh that two men watched with interest. Adriel gulped his spit down and waited for Preston to turn back. One night we were in our local bar and there was this very tall very big black man with a group of people at a table not too far from ours. My wife kept looking over and him finally she said she was going to ask him to dance.She got up from our table and went over to the table and he got up and they were on the dance floor in a flash. My wife was rubbing up against him and would ever so often whisper something in ear. They must have dance for about 15 minutes with the last song being a slow. Interesting hours!I have always loved leather. The smell, the feel, the look all get tome. I especially like seeing it on others but I have always preferredwomen's leather to men's. Women's leather pants are significantlysexier than men's. Likewise women's gloves, boots, and jackets all havenicer cuts, looks and feel than their counterparts for males. I pulledopen the door and was immediately immersed in the sweet, overwhelmingsmell of leather. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. The aroma.