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

    Picnics and Lawn Fetes. Denomination didn’t matter to them. They attended church wherever they ended up, often staying overnight in the parishioner’s homes, the new friends that they just met. They often times spent the night in a tent, making love in two sleeping bags zipped together. He never said making love, but again, that was a given. I can tell by his smile, and the faraway look in his eyes. Everything they needed for their (adventures) that was the word he used was in the bed of their pickup truck. My ex and I drove our Ferraris or Mercedes alone. How can I possibly tell him about the privileged and selfish lives we led, or how we, how I, looked down on people without wealth or social position. In his arms, I was a plumber’s daughter again and content to be so. What he wouldn’t discuss was the money he gave back for the sword. He refused my offer to pay him back explaining it this way, “If I hadn’t been there I would have never met you, my Queen. The expenses of a Knight are his own and his duty. His lady fair lady shall never insist, or stain their honor in discussing base silver,” Ending simply with, “End of discussion, my Queen, subject closed and its bedtime.” I have seen him in action when he was angry, so I dropped the subject, case closed. Patrick: MY WIFE AND I USED TO SIT ON THIS SWING ON CHILLY NIGHTS like this and it was so nice being under the quilt with Marie Antoinette. She hasn’t asked me to take her home yet so that’s a good sign. She also apologized ...
    for trying to hit me and for calling me a liar. I allowed the liar part to slide as a misunderstanding because it was. What a temper she has and such passion. I wonder if she brings that hot blooded passion to her love making. Obviously her husband couldn’t handle her fiery spirit and may have been intimidated. What challenge is there in a passive woman? Saucy mouth or not the hitting with has to stop. I always sleep in the nude and I only wore pajamas the first night to save getting dressed if she got sick again. The drugs should be out of her system by now and I’m exhausted. Marie got to the bathroom first and I really had to go. I got tired of waiting and went outside to use the old outhouse. Some of my neighbors find it odd that I still use it and keep it in repair. I simply explain that flush toilets are a passing fad and I’m waiting for outhouses to be back in style again. Some laugh, some don’t and I don’t care what they think. Marie was still in the bathroom when I got into bed. I was lying on my back nodding off when she came into the room turning on the bedside lamp. I took one of her pillows and put it over my face until she settled down and turned it off. Marie didn’t. Instead she pulled the quilt off completely off of me. When I looked up she was kneeling on the bed, naked, looking down at me. She looked incredibly hot. It was obvious why she spent so much time in the bathroom. She found the curling iron in the cabinet. Marie’s head was a mass of soft brown curls. ...
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