1. The Plumber's Daughter


    Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 88.6, Source: sexstories.com

    a thing for older boys with their own cars and money to spend on them. I had neither. Anne attended the dance with Tim Scott while I went stag. I tried to talk to her, to apologize, and she turned her back and walked away. Tim danced every dance with her. I left felt like the biggest jackass that ever walked the Earth for being so shallow. After that Anne simply ignored me. While we were growing up, Anne rode her mare, White Cloud bare back all over the County and spent a great deal of time in her father’s blacksmith shop. On the day that we graduated together while in line to receive our diplomas she left without explanation soon before her name was to be called. She rode White Cloud right into the school and into the Auditorium. God bless her, she rode right up on stage to receive her diploma wearing her cap and gown taking it right out of the Principal’s hand. White Cloud dropped a little present on the stage for Principal Rogers and then Anne rode away leaving the commencement ceremony in complete pandemonium. When I returned from the Service, my love was a curvaceous woman managing the local feed store. Her watercolors were on display for sale near the front entrance. Her black hair was long as I prefer, well past her shoulders. My god, how beautiful she looked. Anne was still living at home. While I was learning the blacksmithing from her father she was still ignoring me. I stopped at the feed store every day for almost a month, buying some small item as an excuse to ...
    be there and ask her for a date. Anne kept turning me down. Taking my cue from her I formulated a plan. Sam managed to borrow a mule and I rode it into her store. I refused to leave until she agreed to have coffee and pie in the dinner up the road. I had a clipboard with a petition for customers to sign. The Petition stated that Anne should go out with me for coffee and pie. The store was very busy that day after the word got out. They carried the story in our small town newspaper, the headline reading with my consent, “A jackass on a mule goes courting”. Anne sold three of her painting and the petition pages on my clipboard were full. None of her subordinates dared signed it as they knew better. On our third date I kissed her on her front porch and my soon to be wife slapped me. I kissed her again and she jumped up swinging. Wow, what a little wildcat she still was? I grabbed her spinning her around and held in a bear hug to keep from getting hit. I held her until she stopped swearing and struggling, until she tired. Sam opened the curtain and looked through the porch window to see what the entire ruckus was about. He winked at me, holding his thumbs up before walking away smiling. When she calmed down, I let go and kissed her again. She returned my kisses passionately, and said, “I thought that you were never coming back. Don’t expect anything else, except holding hands and kisses until after we are married, Patrick. Now, go home, it’s getting late.” The look in her spirited ...
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