I straightened to t-shirt over my arm and went back to the bathroom. ‘I usually wear this shirt to bed. Can you help me take my bra off.’ Now, at ...his point in my life I wasn’t too experienced with women, though I wasn’t entirely new to undressing them. I could at least unhook a bra without too much trouble. I leant over her to find the catch and despite the surpassing weirdness of the situation, despite the four pints of beer I’d d***k, my mental associations got the better of me. As I pulled. As I sat there milking my beer enjoying the quiet I heard a man from behind me say you have the right idea. I looked over my shoulder to see Chris. I had meet Chris earlier he was Sarah’s boyfriend. Of course he was black that was her preference after all. I had not given him much notice earlier as I was being pulled from one place to another. By my wife In fact our interdiction was cut short by my wife who seemed to want to be somewhere else. “Mind if I join you” Chris was well dressed he was. “Yes,” I said, “I would love to move in with you.”She hugged me tight and then kissed me meaning I got some of my cum back on my face and on my lips. I then used my fingers to wipe the remaining cum up and we shared it.“I can’t wait till you move in, it will be wonderful.”“Well, let's get it sorted as soon as we can then. How about next weekend?”“Yes please.” Helene giggled like a teenager.We continued to lay in bed for some time planning my move. Not all the furniture in my flat was mine, so. And we have slept together, naked, many times under my tarp." I smiled guiltily and nodded. Mom fainted.This time it was my turn to get the wet towel. Dad seemed introspective. Mom woke up, and when she had figured out where she was, started in on her "my poor little girl" spiel. The kind that needed frequent flier miles to go with the guilt trip. Dad interrupted her. He sounded businesslike."Kevin, where do you live?" "I live at the Seventh Street shelter, and work odd jobs to get spending.