Homeless

I 39 lived alone since my wife died; my home is on the outskirts of the town I live. Financially comfortable no real need to work, have no children of my own. My siblings both have children so no real pressure for me to have children of my own. Every Wednesday I would go into to town groceries and take care of anything needed to be done. Depending on what needed doing, the time when I went into town changed. Just groceries I would head in about 1230, other matters I went earlier as they required. I would have lunch at a diner then get my groceries and then head home. I got friendly with Susanne 54 work at the bookstore, it was next-door to the market I shop at. Back in April it closed down Susanne lost her job. it had just been surviving and the tariffs finished, books were mostly printed over the border. Just the threat of 50% or more tariffs made the owner close it down. Susanne was without a job and with more people losing their jobs because of concerns over tariffs, finding another was almost impossible. Laboring jobs were about all there was, then one Wednesday I saw Susanne standing on a corner with her suitcase. I stopped to say hello, thinking she was leaving town. She wasn't she had been evicted as she couldn't pay her rent. As I liked Susanne, I said I'd a spare room she could use till she got back on her feet as they say. She accepted as she had no other real option, I finished my shopping, and we return to my home together. At first, she was quite nervous until we settled into a routine. She came into town on Wednesdays with me, but nothing she could do was available still. She put her name down at different places in case they got a vacancy. But was told they would probably be reducing staff instead, because of the changed business conditions. After about two months we were getting very well together and took a trip together camping just for a change in our daily routine. Three nights under the stars, swimming and walking the local trails. The third night, there was a storm nothing bad, just rain which forced us inside the tent early then we had been going inside. We were both wet, but not too badly our underwear was still fairly dry. But sitting together in the lantern light in our underwear, led to us fucking, not planned just happened. We got back home put away the camping equipment and then went to shower together and then back to fucking. Since then, we sleep together regularly, not every night. But at least twice a week. A mutual satisfaction arrangement we call it. I'm Satisfied and she says she is also.