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

    brown eyes told all. I would have to earn her love and loyalty. After that night she was a different person with me. I never realized how sweet and charming she was or that she loved to dance. She taught me to dance in her father’s parlor. Make no mistake about it, Anne was all woman, and on our wedding night, she surrendered herself to me body and soul; my sweet high spirited virgin; what greater gift could a man receive? Marie: AS I STOOD THERE LOOKING AT HIM, I realized why I thought he was a Blue Knight. Patrick was dressed in blue denim then and was wearing it now. Blue brought out the grey in his eyes. They were like angry storm clouds, dark and menacing when he put the knife to that whore masters throat. They were warm and kind, a soft soothing grey when he comforted me in the truck and cleaned me up when I was sick and nauseous. Yes he wore denim like armor as if they were his colors. He has such self-assured and kind light gray eyes and thick, longish blond hair, always in need of a trim. He isn’t drop dead gorgeous or even handsome for that matter but he is fit, trim and incredibly strong... “There are women’s clothes in the closet in the bedroom next to mine that will fit you. You will find more in the dressers with the doilies on them. I have some chores to do and that will take a couple of hours if not more. Make yourself at home and when you’re up to it we can talk and get better acquainted.” After he left I walked around the house to look around. It was small ...
    compared to my house on the Island. It had the old fashion wide board floor in every room, worn and polished smooth from generations of Buchanan’s walking on them and only three bedrooms. The kitchen definitely needed to be remodeled. There was no garbage disposal, or trash compactor, and his refrigerator didn’t have cold water in the door or an ice maker But it was neat and cozy, and to put things in perspective it was huge compared to the three bedroom apartment that I grew up in Brooklyn. I wanted a hot shower with one or more pulsating shower heads. He didn’t have a shower. He had the old fashion white enameled bath tub with the claw feet. At least it had a shower wand on it so that I could rinse my hair after I washed it. The toiletries were not the exclusive brands that I was used to, but I found Johnson’s Baby Shampoo. At least the soap was my brand, and also my Mom’s brand, Dove. I was soaking in the tub when the telephone rang. I stood up and wrapped my middle with a bath towel ready to answer it but the answering machine picked up and recorded the message. Patrick was not back yet and there was no hurry now. I eased back into that soothing tub of hot water. When I was done bathing, I found a hair dryer in the vanity drawer and dried my hair. I then used one of the several unopened toothbrushes with the sale stickers still on them to brush my teeth. I never clipped coupons or waited for sales. If I wanted something, I bought it. He was right about the clothes; they ...
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