1. The Plumber's Daughter Chapter 3


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

    upstairs to change into a house dress while Patrick took off his boots and socks before he put the groceries away. He prefers going barefoot whenever possible. While I was up there Patrick called from the bottom of the stairs, “Marie, will you please bring down another white tee shirt from my dresser? I spilled chocolate milk all over this one.” I had no idea in what drawer to look in so I opened the second from the top. Most people have socks or under garments in the top drawer. I put my hand over my mouth when I saw it. It was so sad and so sweet, and how I loved him. Patrick told me his Mother died when he was nine while I still have my Mom and Dad. Oh, my dear brave man, my Blue Knight; that dear sweet little boy. Patrick loved his mother so dearly that he hitchhiked into town to surprise her and buy her this Christmas gift with the money he earned working on the farm. I also noticed his mother’s wedding band on a chain along with his wife’s and his own. His mother’s ring was his magic ring. Patrick’s mother was a healthy, vital and vibrant woman that Christmas; however she died unexpectedly from a brain aneurysm on January 2nd. I lifted the dusting powder it from the drawer and took the cover from the pink box. Almost all of the dusting power was there. I closed my eyes and smelled; this is how Patrick’s mother smelled. This is how Patrick remembered her that Christmas when she put it on just for him and wore for the short time they had together after. Patrick: MARIE ...
    HAD A MOTHERLY AND TENDER expression on her face when she brought me a clean tee shirt saying, “I love you Blue Knight.” “It’s OK Marie, it’s just a shirt and the stain will wash out. I rinsed it with cold water and applied pre-wash stain remover on it.”“I love you because you are brave and kind, and sweet and thoughtful, Patrick.”“Well thank you my Queen. I thought it was because of my cologne,” I said, stroking her hair, “I’m thankful to have found you, or perhaps I should say we found each other, my love. “You seem to always know the right thing to say,” Marie said hugging me tighter “and you are far more complicated then you let on. You play the part of average so well. Will you make love to me now?” “Of course, my beautiful Queen,” I took her hands and kissed them. We went upstairs to our bedroom and I closed the door. We stood in front of the full length mirror with the stained glass in the black iron frame hanging on the back of the closed door. I made it for my wife as a gift on our first wedding anniversary. Marie: “I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU,” Patrick said quietly, putting his face near mine as we looked at our reflections in the mirror, “As was meant to be they will finally caress a woman, my woman. Face the mirror and undress while I get them.” I quickly undressed and watched Patrick slide the large wood chest on the throw at the foot of the bed to one side on the old worn wide board floor. The cedar chest is very old and is used to hold linens and blankets. Patrick ...
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