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The Plumber's Daughter Chapter 2

Date: 8/20/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 88.5, Source: sexstories.com

finally parked it was obvious even in the dark what a beautiful little spot this was. It was quiet and peaceful, enhanced by the sound of water splashing and gurgling over the rocks in the creek bed. It was a warm and balmy night with the lilac bushes growing along the bank in full bloom. We put the widows down to catch the fragrant lilac scented breeze. Being here with Patrick is so different from my life in the City. Even when seemingly alone in Central Park, you are surrounded by multitudes of people. This is now our special place; secluded, cozy and safe. Patrick turned to me and gently took my face in his strong, callused hands to kiss my lips, “I love you, Marie,” he said softly, holding my face, “I love you more than words can describe,” and he kissed me again. As far as I was concerned, those kisses should go on forever, “I am truly blessed to have found you my Queen.” ‘No, my love,’ I thought, ‘I’m the one who is blessed for I am a changed woman. My money and my possessions owned me. I was proud and I was selfish and I was hell bent on self destructive revenge to get even for what the Jerk did to me. I haven’t spoken with my parents in almost a year and I’m ashamed to admit it. You make me feel like I’m an eighteen year old girl again my Blue Knight, my Patrick. You have reminded me who I really am. I’m sorry Mom and Dad and I’m going to make it up to both of you. Patrick confided to me his biggest regret in life is never having children and what a father he will ... make. You are right my dear parents; family is everything that matters.” Patrick held me close as we kissed, running his fingers through my hair. They were warm kisses, gentle, passionate kisses, no hurry kisses. We had all the time in the world and the night belonged to us. I heard his heart beating and it was beating only for me. Patrick felt so warm and solid as he held me, stroking my hair and rubbing my back. There was no need for words; the creek’s soothing music and Patrick’s beating heart are the only symphony of love I needed. Patrick: THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE SPOTS IN THE WORLD. I hid out here as a boy when I was angry with my father or to get out of the cow barns. During the summer I disappeared for days on end like Huckleberry Finn or Tom Sawyer on the Mississippi River. After mom died I drove my Dad frantic with worry and I was grounded almost continuously when not in school. Corporal punishment or grounding didn’t faze me one bit and I never gave up my hiding place. This same creek runs through our property; however the old stone bridge was my private castle. It was my place to get away where I let my imagination soar in books. “Robin Hood” by Roger L. Green, “Ivanhoe” by Sir Walter Scott, and I loved all the original “Conan the Barbarian” stories by Robert E. Howard. I read everything by Edgar Rice Burroughs. I was intrigued by “The Once and Future King” by T. H. White and I am still fascinated by Tolkien. I climbed up under the bridge foundation and settled ...