A few weeks ago my wife left and I really did nothing to hold her back. We saw each other too much, we had nothing more to say to each other and we argued all the time. As a result, I lived alone in a fairly large apartment, I went out with women from time to time, but nothing serious. One rainy evening, coming home very late from work, I was at a red light wondering where I was going to eat when someone knocked on my window. I jumped up and saw a young woman smiling shyly at me. I rolled down my window to listen to what she wanted. She then told me that she was on the street and that if I could help her with a little money or a meal ticket that would be welcome.She looked super tired and was making an effort to appear smiley I told her I didn't have either but would love to have dinner with her in the brasserie across the street. the street. - The time to park in the place there and we find ourselves in front of it ok?She was completely stunned, speechless. - You know, you have nothing to lose. I park and we eat together warm. I'm sure it will do us good.She nodded still without saying anything. I went to park and two minutes later I was in front of the restaurant door. She hadn't moved from her post in front of the red light and was looking in my direction. I motioned for her to join me, she was obviously hesitating. I started again but she still didn't move. So I went into the restaurant and asked for a table for two not too far from the door and against the window. That way I could see if she was coming and she could see that I was there in the restaurant. I examined the map with more attention than I needed to give her time to come if she wanted to. After five minutes she timidly entered the restaurant with a huge backpack over her shoulder. I was getting up, cleared her of her bag and anorak before inviting her to sit down. Once installed I handed him the card and invited him to take whatever would make him happy. We waited for the dishes in a little embarrassed silence, but little by little we began to discuss. At the end of the meal the tone was cordial on both sides and we had a good evening. Valentine, explained to me how she had lost her job then her boyfriend and finally her apartment. For a month she had been living in the streets and winter was fast approaching. She had already had time to narrowly escape assault. When I looked at this young woman sitting across from me with her long brown hair, her shy smile and her big green eyes filled with melancholy I felt compelled to help her as best I could. We had both drunk a bottle of red and ate well. She told me that she was perfectly satisfied and wanted nothing more. when we went out in the cold and in the rain the idea occurred to me to invite Valentine to stay at home for a while just to turn around. I told her my idea, which she refused outright. she didn't want to disturb me, to be an embarrassment for me.I told her that I had a free room in which she could settle down for a few weeks while she looked for her own accommodation, to make requests for help ..;Formulated like that my proposal seemed less unreal to him. So she accepted. So we took the car and drove home.There I showed him the apartment and helped him make his bed. I then gave her towels, a bathrobe and told her to make herself at home. In the early morning I got up and prepared to go to work. I left her the keys with a little money and a little note telling her to make herself at home and that I would be home around 7pm. I also gave her my phone number so she could call me when needed.I then left wondering all the same if I was not going to find my apartment emptied or ransacked or both.When I returned I found my apartment much cleaner than in the morning. Valentine was in the kitchen preparing dinner. While we were eating what she had prepared she told me about her day in a much happier voice than the night before. Rested, washed, fed, she felt alive again. As she spoke I looked at her and realized that she was much cuter than I had seen her yesterday. In particular, I had a hard time taking my eyes off her breasts molded into a sweater. She had to do a good 95E. The dream ... When she noticed that I was watching her big breasts copiously, she started blushing right down to the roots of her hair. I got up and started to clear the table. watch. I did the dishes while continuing to talk to her as if nothing had happened. Ten minutes later I went to bed.The next day being a Saturday I intended to sleep in. As I fell asleep I heard the tub filling up. I then let myself totally slip into sleep. The night was filled with erotic dreams, I was floating like on a cloud and felt a scorching heat against my body. It took me a long time to realize that this heat did not come from my dreams but from a body pressed against mine. Valentine was in my bed and gently stroked my cock, as hard as wood like every morning. As I started to ask her what she was doing, she put her finger to my mouth and said: Thank you for what you are doing for me. And without waiting she slipped under the sheets and started to lick my acorn. . I was surprised but also delighted. A good blowjob in the morning is the sign of a good day. I asked h ...

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