1. The Plumber's Daughter Chapter 3


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 90.2, Source: sexstories.com

    were involved in a minor motor vehicle accident in the parking lot of a Restaurant where we just had dinner. Things got out of hand and the Sheriff was called when the young man who sideswiped us refused to exchange insurance papers and decided to fight with Patrick.....need I say more; Patrick had him pinned to the ground until the Sheriff arrived. We rented another U-haul truck for the red horse and my furniture and clothes. They were short handed when we got to the Catholic Church so Patrick and I put on aprons and pitched in. We waited on tables, serving Knockwurst, Bratwurst, with sauerkraut with potatoes and pitchers of beer; it was fun. Afterward we sat in the church kitchen with the Father Dennis, who Patrick addressed as Reverend Dennis and with Jim and Bea Woodhouse. We ate the leftovers, drank beer and we talked and laughed. We also spent the night sleeping over at Jim and Bea’s house our new friends that we met at the Oktoberfest. It turned out that Jim and Bea did Civil War Reenactments and Jim’s Great Great-Grandfather fought in the Battle of Bull Run. Jim showed us the sword used in the battle. Patrick agreed to repair the handle and cross guard in consideration for 2 dozen of Bea’s cinnamon buns that must be delivered to the farm when they picked up the sword. Naturally it was a given I would make them a pot of sauce. My parents were waiting for us in the driveway when we arrived. Our red horse-slang for motorcycle was part of my adventure and I didn’t tell my ...
    parents that we would be arriving that way. I wanted to surprise them, and boy, did we. I’ve never had so much fun traveling in all my life while riding behind my man on that red horse. That rumbling, throaty engine vibrating between my legs feels so good, as does holding onto Patrick as I sit behind him. The wind in my face and the freedom of the open road felt so liberating. The hell with leather corsets! I look hot in my black leather jacket and snug fitting blue jeans; Patrick says so. I’m his biker babe, right down to the black lace up boots. If some of those snooty women I once dealt with in the Art Gallery can see me now? We took a roundabout way to my parent’s house, taking four days to see the sights when it was really only seven hours of straight driving. I never realized how many small picturesque towns are in New York State and I am amazed of all the friends that Patrick and his wife made when visiting them. Part of the reason for all the stops were for introductions so that Patrick could show me off. We stayed in Letchworth State Park at the Glenn Iris Inn on our first night and then at a small bed and breakfast on the Hudson, traveling by motorcycle. I don’t understand all the technical stuff about motorcycles, but Patrick does. It is a full-dresser- 1961 Harley Hydra- glide Panhead with a 74 cubic-inch, 1200 cc v-twin engine. It was Sam’s and Patrick maintains it in tip top condition. He explained a lot of other technical stuff, making comparisons to the newer ...
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