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

    shorter as a statement of sorts; a new beginning so to speak. You also went back to your natural color to assert your new found independence? I can pretty much guess the rest. I want us to be open and honest with each other. That being said this can be a new beginning for the both of us, Marie. We can share a life journal and start a clean white blank page. I want this house to eventually be your home. I strongly suggest that you call your mother and father and tell them where you are. You are lucky to have them you know. I miss mine. I’m sure they are worried by now. I’d like very much to meet them.” It is almost as if Patrick can read my mind. I was going to be a little playful and rinse with cold water. Now I really can’t wait for Patrick to meet my parents. It seems that we are on the same page about everything so far. Later today we will be writing an entry in our life journal with our first date at the Fireman’s Carnival. I haven’t been this excited about a date since high school. I dressed carefully for the occasion. For the most part we were wearing the style same clothing. Patrick was wearing his signature blue jeans with his jean jacket over the red western cut shirt. The borrowed jeans I wore fit me like a second skin and I was wearing a similar ladies red western shirt. The back of my jean jacket had two beautifully executed and exact to scale, hand embroidered red cardinals, male and female on a white birch tree branch. Even our moccasins boots were the same ...
    double vamped construction and made from buffalo and elk hides by the Russell Moccasin Company of Berlin, Wisconsin. I have to say they are the most comfortable footwear I have ever worn. There is a wicker basket in the reading room (bathroom) full of catalogs. I’m going to have Patrick measure my feet per the instructions on the paper template in the Russell Catalog for them to make a wood last for my feet so I can order another pair. Patrick was in the east pasture talking to White Cloud and feeding her apples when I came out to model my outfit for him. Those moccasins were quiet and I was almost able to sneak up on him, however White Cloud saw me and started prancing in place and shaking her head. She trotted over where I was walking quietly along the fence drawing Patrick’s attention over to me. I now understood why his wife named the horse White Cloud. This gentle old mare is all brown except for a large white patch extending the entire length of her back. He walked over to us carrying a small, well used dented metal bucket and flashed me a smile like sunshine. Patrick put the bucket down and he picked me by the waist to swing me around; holding me up in the air as if I weighed nothing. “You look lovely my lady, my Marie. We may be mistaken for twins by the way we are dressed and you planned it this way all along” and he kissed me. Patrick was absolutely beaming and I thought, ‘He said my Marie…my Marie, this is so wonderful! Things do not happen like this in real life and ...