Coming back up from having done her good deed for the day, she happily filled me in."Honey... ," she said sadly, "He spent last night sleeping underne...ath the Stairway overhang." Well, I hope you told him not to get too comfortable," I whined. "I know charity begins at home; but even thinking of letting him stick around is ridiculous." Why don't we go down, spend some time with him?" my wife suggested. "It might be kind of nice to have some company around for a couple of days."(About now - I'm. You know I wouldn't like it anyway. If you're so int'rested, why don't you get that ugly mug of yours preserved for posterity -- if she can stand to look at you for five minutes!"The wife meandered on. The man hesitated on the brink of indecision. Jill made a gallant gesture towards the chair, motioning the man to sit down. "My pleasure, sir!" she said, flashing him an irresistible smile."You got yourself a deal, little lady," the portly man said, seating himself in the chair. He started to. Hoopenlicker. No harm done. I was merely availing myself of the clean pitcher of water and bowl to clean up. I shall be more astute with the lock next time."He watched as his landlady went over to the dresser and placed the laundry on top. "Thank you kindly," he replied as he quickly grabbed a clean towel with one hand whilst still trying to hide his largesse with the other. "Your attention to my well being is much appreciated."Flushed, she glanced at him as he wrapped the towel around his. In fact, I like it and hope I never get so old that my dick goes soft and my libido fades. That would suck.I am not, however, a good diarist. I think about all my encounters and wish I had kept some kind of record. Something to re-kindle the memory of this escapade or that. But I don't.Until now.London rapped on my hotel room door with authority. It was kind of late and I didn't want to wake the neighbors so I quickly let her in. She was a tall, black transgendered woman. Very pretty,.