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

    later this afternoon. The Draft Horse Competition starts at four, and after we can grab a bite to eat. She felt so good in my arms last night, and then looked so beautiful this morning with the sunlight shining on her through the kitchen window. I can’t remember when I have been this happy. Sam should be here anytime now. He can have breakfast with us. When Sam meets Marie, he will have to stop his good intentions at being matchmaker. Susan just won’t take no for an answer. What an annoyance that woman is. I’m just not interested…although, I couldn’t keep my hands out of her long red hair when we were in High School, and I did have her several times before I joined the Marines. Now the widow McCartney, Susan has the same long flaming red hair…well maybe I was tempted for a roll in the hay for old time sake, but then she will never leave me alone. I had better get into the house though, my pancakes are getting cold.” I walked outside and saw the horse trailer in the driveway which meant Sam was already in the house. When I walked in there was Susan sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and Marie standing behind her glaring at me. Sam wouldn’t look up at me from his plate of pancakes and I was thinking, “Damn it Sam, of all days to bring Susan here, you had to choose this morning. This is definitely going to throw a monkey wrench into things. What did you promise her now? I hope there are some pancakes left for me.” It didn’t help that Susan got up and hugged me and then ...
    kissed my cheek, saying, “Thank you for volunteering to help me in the ticket booth, Patty. I was so excited when Sam told me. I’m sure that we will sell more tickets than anybody like we did together at the home coming dance. Remember what we did afterwards, Patty?” Hells bells, did Susan have to say that in front of Marie. I didn’t get pancakes, just scrambled eggs and toast. Susan just prattled on and on about Patty this and Patty that, and how we were an item our Senior Year. Susan always insisted on calling me Patty, not Pat or Patrick, and my name is Patrick damn it. Marie quietly cleaned the kitchen and the excused herself going into the spare bedroom closing the door. Well at least she didn’t slam it or break any dishes. Susan followed me outside quite certain that I had finally given in to her. She was talking about packing a lunch and about her Church Social on Sunday, making plans for me. I couldn’t refuse and make Sam out to be a liar; his intentions were good, misplaced though they are. After the horses were settled in, and they left, I went back into the house to do damage control only to find that Marie locked herself in the bathroom….great. “Marie, we need to talk. Will you please unlock the door?” no answer, “I’m not interested in her, Marie, that is ancient history”, still no answer, “I didn’t know anything about it,” still no answer. I was thinking, ‘This is so unfair of her,” and I was starting to get angry, thinking, “Take a deep breath Patrick, and count ...
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