1. The Plumber's Daughter Chapter 2


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

    leather portfolio to make room for new ones. My real talent is painting and drawing; something my mother nurtured and encouraged. In my early years, my days belonged to my mother and in the evenings my father. It broke their hearts when I dropped out of college. Patrick was exhausted when we got home. I must have worn him out with the eventful day we had. He went to bed while I checked on the horses before locking up for the night. Afterward, I went into the kitchen and telephoned my parents. I lost all track of the time talking with Mom. This was the first time in our life that we talked as equals. We both had a good cry, talked some more and then had another cry. Mom is intrigued about the fact that Patrick is a sometimes farmer and a fulltime blacksmith/machinist. She wanted to attend one of his reenactments when I told her that he was part actor and had to stay in character and period dressed the whole time the public was there. As I said, I lost all track of time and was still talking at six o’clock the next morning. While I was talking to Dad, Patrick walked into the kitchen fully dressed. He leaned over and kissed my cheek. Dad tends to have a loud telephone voice and when he talks, his voice carries. While Patrick was making the coffee he must have heard some of the comments Dad made about him and not being good enough for me and other things like that. Patrick brought me a cup of coffee and was grinning from ear to ear as he took the telephone away from me. “Good ...
    morning, Mr. Bernardino. This is Patrick Ian Buchanan, the huckleberry hayseed hillbilly hay bailing hick from Hooterville and I’m looking forward to meeting you too...........Mr. Bernardino I’m not listening in on another line. You’re a loudmouth and your voice carries. What did I ever do to you to make you talk about me like this; we’ve never even met. When Marie and I visit in 3 weeks, you and I are going to have an accounting for your disparaging insults and comments. I sat there, stunned. Nobody dares to talk to my Dad like this and Patrick was calm, collect and reasonable; sipping his coffee while they spoke.......“No, Mr. Bernardino you have no expectations of privacy unless you speak quietly…… .....Yes, I know you are Marie’s father……....Is that what you think? Really......... you don’t say...........oh, you do say......well, you’re not my father Mr. Bernardino so don’t lecture me about respect. My father taught me to respect older men only if they deserve it..........You think so, do you...........you’re going to clean my clock? Is that a side line, cleaning and repairing clocks? I was told you’re a plumber......oh, that kind of clock cleaning; you want a piece of me and you’re going to beat me to a pulp; good luck with that and be sure to bring plenty of help ..............stop beating up your telephone on the table; what did it every do to you?.......... Such language...........is this any way to talk to your future son-in........... You forbid me to see Marie? That’s ...