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

    Marines during Viet Nam. His philosophy in life, “Keep your caviar and champagne. Just give me a glass of honest American Beer and a bowl of pretzels. ” The only skill he learned at Oxford was fencing and he taught me that. I was never as good as him with a foil or rapier lacking his finesse. I could get by pretty good…well may a little better that? I actually prefer the saber while Gunny likes the rapier. For most purposes the saber is too big to hide so a bowie knife in today’s world is my first choice. Mine has a seven inch blade that I made from D-2 Tool Steel with the traditional coffin shaped handle is made from black buffalo horn set with nickel silver pins and the guard of nickel silver. I carry it when my Ed Brown Signature Edition 1911 is impractical and I routinely carry both when appropriate. My father had a stroke one month after I reenlisted. Gunny pulled some strings with a General he served with when they were grunts together during the Tet Offensive. I got an early honorable discharge to return home to take care of my father. I hired an experienced farm hand to help run things and helped out by shoveling manure for another two years until Dad died. I buried him on his land in our small family cemetery. During that time, I took on an apprenticeship with a local blacksmith, Sam Roper to learn that trade. I also started dating his daughter Anne Marie, the love of my life. Ten years out of the Marines, the cows were finally gone. I was renting out a few my ...
    fields to other farmers although most are now fallow. I will occasionally board a few horses for same in one of the 3 barns. One of the barns is converted into my blacksmith/machine shop/gun shop. Eventually another was converted into a small art gallery. The loft was remodeled with plenty of windows for Anne to paint. My precious wife expressed her need to paint with watercolors. She consigned some to several large art galleries all over the Country. In time, I learned all there was for Sam to teach me. We weren’t in competition mind you. I was building rifles or muskets and had branched out into making knives, swords and a few hawks. I will help him out occasionally by shoeing horses for him and such. I am so busy that I have a two year backlog on fire sticks. Nevertheless I always made time to spend time with my wife; the most important person in the world to me. Anne and I did Revolutionary War, French & Indian and the War of 1812 reenactments on weekends. I’m a man-at-arms, a Ranger. Anne was my Indian wife. Being half Mohawk on her mother’s side is a plus and she did a great deal of research to help play the part. Her Indian name is Akuti; meaning Princess in the language of her people. She made our period correct clothing right down to our center-seam moccasins. She spread a trade blanket on the ground to sell the native crafts; specializing in beaded and porcupine quill accessories. Anne and I were part actors, part historians, part students, and more… we were a team, and ...
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