On the Streets

I was bored with my life: go to work, come home, repeat. I was now divorced, and at 48, I was free and single again. No alimony to pay, son is married and looking after himself. I wasn't looking for another relationship and didn't want to ever marry again. After about a month, I was getting restless (horny) and wanted a fuck, not wanting to pay a hooker either. I saw a woman looking through bins on the street. From what I could see, she was in her late fifties, living rough. I decided to ask her for sex, offer her a warm bed, bath, and food. It could hurt, as they say. I am not that handsome, and a little overweight. At first, she was scared of me, but after I made my offer. She accepted mainly because it started raining. Back at my house, she asked could wash her clothes and use my dryer. I said yes. She showered and then had the meal I had made for her. I shaved her armpits and pussy and then fucked her, after which we showered together again. Before returning to my bed for more sex, she put her washing in the dryer. In all, I fucked her four times while having breakfast together, and I noticed there were jobs available at the local supermarket. Told her to apply for one, she did, and got a job, and would live with me until she could afford her own place. No rent, just regular sex that was five months ago. I am quite happy with regular sex, and the house is cleaned by her.