She was wearing jeans, a winter jacket, wedge heels. Slightly dishelleved, slightly dirty - like she hadn't showered in days. Which would also make se...se.I could have dragged her into a corner and ****d her, and no-one would have cared. But I suspect that she probably wouldn't have cared much either. Bears shit in the woods, the Pope is Catholic, homeless girls get ****d. Where's the fun in that? Where's the challenge?I decided against it.'You want a hand with that suitcase?''No, I'm ok,. “I hadn’t thought about it in years until I got your e-mail.” I smiled back at him. We pulled up to my house and I grabbed his bag and in we went. I showed him his room and I told him to get comfortable while I changed and poured us another shot. When I came into the living room, he was seated on the couch in a pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt. I stopped for just a second and admired how good he looked and how good of shape he was in. I felt that familiar twinge in my groin that told me I. The handle on the end, circular and silicone, is the only bit left sticking out. You spank my ass and get on your knees behind me, teasing my entrance with the tip of your dick. I already feel so full and stretched, I’m scared of what I know you’re planning to do next, but I can’t help the small moan that escapes me as you grab my shoulders and pull me onto your cock and all the way down your shaft. You don’t get onto me; you’re moaning yourself as my tight, wet hole sucks in your meaty cock.. You grab a form, a pen and a clipboard and sit down in one of the chairs to fill out the form.It all seems to be pretty run of the mill stuff except for the question about how you feel about wearing spandex. It doesn't take long before you are finished and you quietly get back up and deposit the form in the mailslot, peeking through to see it land in a large in-box. As soon as you close the slot, the secretary gets up from her seat, and disappears in the direction of the slot. You are left.