Bag lady

A couple of years ago, after my ex girlfriend dumped me unexpectedly, I went out to a bar, by myself, planing on getting totally wasted, and maybe laid if I was lucky. After a couple of hours and a dozen or so beers and shots of Jack Daniels, I was completely ripped. There were zero women that were even remotely interested in me, so I decided to head home. I was too drunk to drive, so I decided the 15 minute walk home would help clear my mind a little. About 2 blocks away from the bar, I noticed a lady setting on a bus stop bench. She looked to be about 40-45 years old, and was dressed in old, dirty clothes. She had a shopping cart next to her full of clothing and miscellaneous stuff. In my drunken stupor it took me a moment or two to realize she was probably a homeless bag lady. I'm not sure why, but I decided to set down next to her for a few minutes. I said hello as I approached her and set down. She smiled at me and said hello back. "When is the next bus?" I asked her. "No more busses tonight" she replied. I noticed, as she spoke to me, that she had a few teeth missing, and she stank really bad, but there was something that just really attracted me to her. I asked her where she lived and she said pretty much anywhere she wanted. I then asked her if she wanted to go to my place and take a hot shower and have a warm meal. Her face lit up like a neon sign, and she asked if I was serious. I told her yes, then we pushed her cart all the way back to my apartment. I showed her my bathroom and told her to take a hot shower, and I gave her some of my ex's clean clothes to put on. After she finished her shower, I fixed us some dinner and gave her some wine to drink. After a bottle of wine, she was down on her knees giving me the best blow job of my life. I tried to go down on her, but nearly puked my guts out from the stench imminating from her vagina. We went to bed and I fucked her front and rear both, for most of the night. When I woke up the next morning she was gone. I spent the next week wondering what the fuck I had done and praying to God that she didn't come knocking on my door again. Fortunately, I never saw her again.

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