I have a history with being homeless and let me tell you it is no walk in the park. Things are not easy as everyone may think. Most of the homeless are not out there because of drugs or alcohol, that happened after they became homeless and it is called a coping mechanism because being homeless knocks a person’s self-esteem into the ground and then society beats them down too, keeping them out there in the streets with no hand to help them up.
Angie was a college professor that had a way of teaching her college students and keeping their attention in class. She always came to class wearing provocative clothing that was either too short or too low-cut in the front. Most of her students were young men looking to get an A in her class but always had a hard time paying attention, so she began this ritual of learning which worked out great.
One day while Talia was working, she received a dozen long-stemmed red roses while at work. It concerned her, but she was still happy to receive them. She looked at the card that came with them, but it had no name attached, so Talia had a secret admirer. She began looking at every man around here and wondering who it could be who sent them.
Johnny worked a lot, so he was hardly ever home with his wife. They lived in a nice neighborhood, where trees lined the streets and you could see kids playing in their yards almost every day when they weren’t in school. His wife Miranda was involved with social events and other things while her husband was away working.
I have dreams all the time when I sleep, but when I am awake, I have dreams too. I dream of having a farm with lots of animals, being a best-selling author, and having my own restaurant that serves good food at affordable prices.
This morning, my husband woke me up in a good way. I thought that I was dreaming, but he had his face down between my legs, licking on my vagina. I usually sleep with just a shirt on and no panties because he just loves to be spontaneous and frisky at times.