I was a bit hesitant as the beggar looked...well... like a beggar. He was about 60 years old and his hair was unkempt and matted with unwashed dirt. H... looked like he hadn't had a shower in ages. He stank of sweat and urine. His teeth were stained and there were dried drool marks on his cheeks. But his blanket still looked like a warm heaven. I was lost in these thoughts when my wet and shivering wife extended her shaking hand and took the beggars offering. She gulped two big sips of the dark. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!Water started welling in my eyes. I rapped hard on the door with my fist, and hollered, knowing full well that no one would answer. The girl across the hall had already fled for warmer weather—for Rio, or Havana, or wherever—and the boys upstairs were ski bums, already out for the season. I didn’t have the landlord’s number. Even if I did, no one but Marie even know I was staying there. I glanced frantically up and down the street. No one was out.. She worried that she would never be able to return to being just a girl.Being treated like a pony or being bound or having her nipples clamps were examples of normal existence now that would have been unthinkable before the summer started. Being kept naked was another example. While she loved the all-over tan that she was developing, it would have been considered wanton and obscene by her just a month earlier.Now, another aunt had been introduced to her predicament. Aunt Ann had become a. Jennifer whispered in my ear, you cheating bastard I hope this teaches you a lesson not to fuck my girlfriend!!!! Debbie got into bed and maneuvered herself so that her strapon was lined up with my ass. Then I thought to myself “not again!!!!!!!!!!!, what the fuck, as I sensed Debbie’s rubber cock nudging itself into my rectum. Debbie had on a two sided dildo, a full eight inches for me and a four inch stubby nub for her. This way she could fuck me and the nub would stimulate her pussy. I felt.