The homeless man looked to be fifty years old but was probably younger as the years on the streets had taken their toll. He had dirt and grime caked a...l over his body. He had a scraggly gray beard and greasy graying brown hair. He wore dirty sweatpants and a torn, dirty stained t-shirt that hung off his torso. His tennis shoes had holes in them in which his filthy socks poked out at the toes. A paper sacked bottle, mostly likely cheap alcohol, sat on the cold concrete next to him.The bum looked. He started to chat her up in the kitchen when she was washing up and he commented on her body and she told me she blushed but carried on talking to him. She told him about her gym and he told her he is squatting 250kg etc showing off... As everyone was in other big room she asked him what's the proper way of squatting and he showed her, he then took her and made her do a squat right in front of him as he was rubbing against her both together and she said she was blushing but she knew he was so. Making my way across the landing quietly their bedroom door was ajar, and I could see their bed as they had mirrored wardrobes opposite.The blond haired worker was lying on his back and mum was bouncing up and down on his cock, his hands were feeling her tits as she moaned, the dark haired one was stood at the side and mum was half wanking half sucking him off. After a few minutes she was tipped off and pulled onto her back the dark haired lad spread her thighs and slotted in.As he smashed into. 'I'll need to have a shower first' and turned back around to face Joe, he motioned me to go over to him and held his finger up to his lips to tell me to be quiet. I noticed his legs where wide apart and he was slouched, but I didn't need to be close to see the bulge through his jeans, he grabbed me by the hips and I straddled him on the sofa, he gently pushed up and pulled my down in the same motion, Joe started to kiss my neck and little warm licks every now and then, my nipples pinged as he.