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

    underneath my pillow, so that he could sleep in…………………… I was up bright and early taking a quick bath. I found a simple yellow house dress to wear. All of his wife’s clothes, including her bras and panties fit me perfectly. Even though I haven’t prayed in years, I said a little prayer for Anne Marie, and then for myself, first with my confession and then asking God that things work out between Patrick and me. I even said a little prayer for the Jerk, finally letting go. All the repressed anger and angst that I was carrying inside of me for so long was finally gone. I had forgotten how healing that prayer could be, remembering that when growing up, the family never missed Mass. We always went St. Luke’s and Dad seldom misses it there now. He still carries my First Holy Communion Picture in his wallet. The one where I am dressed completely white, white dress, shoes and veil, everything white. God knows how many of the original wallet size photos he still he has. When one wears out he retires to the envelope in his sock drawer. That’s my Dad. Patrick doesn’t care where he goes to church. I’m afraid that when he and Dad finally meet, sparks are sure to fly. No man is good enough for me according to Dad. My father might just finally meet his match. I was mixing the batter when Patrick walked up behind me and put his arms around my waist, putting his face close to mine, while looking down into the bowl. He kissed my cheek most intimately and said, “Good morning, my Queen. What are ...
    you making, soup?” He then reached for the bowl and I slapped his hand with the spoon. I put the spoon into the bowl and turned to face him, putting my arms around his neck, and kissing his lips, “Coffee, pancakes from scratch, bacon and fried eggs anyway you like them, Blue Knight.” “Is there anything that I can do to help?” he asked. “No, and breakfast will be ready in twenty minutes.” “Yes ma’am. I'll have two eggs sunny-side up please. I have something that I have to do in the barn,” and with that he stuck his finger in the bowl and then darted out the screen door, stopping to put his batter covered finger into his mouth, “Very tasty, but not as delicious as your lips are, Marie Antoinette.” Ignoring the porch steps, Patrick vaulted over the porch railing and ran to the barn, shouting,” Marie Antoinette’s lips are delicious, and she’s making me pancakes.” He left me smiling, and thinking, “If he reacts that way for pancakes, just wait until he tastes my sauce.” Patrick: I WAS IN THE BARN GETTING IT READY FOR THE NEW HORSES and my mind racing. I was on cloud nine I couldn’t wait to introduce Marie to Sam and to everybody for that matter. I took my dream about my wife as sign, a portent that Anne approved; such was our love for each other in life. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts about Marie that I didn’t hear his father-in-law arrive with a guest and the horses and I was thinking ‘Wow, my favorite breakfast. Maybe Marie will like to go with me to the Fireman’s Carnival ...
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