1. Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle--Part 3


    Date: 10/14/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Death, Domination/submission, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    for drinking and heat. It was a great starter house for us and one we could easily afford. By now Henry was earning almost $80,000 a year while my earnings were roughly five times that with almost unlimited potential. Housing in Nassau County is expensive and the property taxes can be murder, but we have the finest services and the best schools imaginable. Almost 1.4 million people live in the county and traffic into Manhattan is a bitch. That was why I always took the train. Henry’s school was within walking distance from our house so I always took the car to the station. On the day of my appointment we reversed and Henry picked me up at 3:42 for my 4:00 appointment. It was only a ten-minute ride. We sat in the office for close to forever. Apparently, the doctor had a delivery that morning and everything was backed up about two hours. Luckily, we didn’t have to actually see the doctor. A nurse took a blood sample and I peed on a few more test strips. Three days later our hopes were confirmed. We made arrangements to visit my parents the following Saturday. Daddy always greeted me the same way—“How’s everything on the civil side?” Daddy was a criminal defense attorney. I hated the idea of dealing with smarmy criminals every day so I took up civil law, what’s commonly known as a plaintiff’s attorney, meaning that I sued the shit out of people. Sometimes the work was trivial, but occasionally I was able to do some real good representing people who had been screwed over or ...
    even killed because of corporate greed or stupidity. We had just sat down to dinner after meeting Lisa’s fiancé, Tom. He was a resident in thoracic surgery at New York Presbyterian Hospital where she was an occupational therapist. Unfortunately, Mom still wasn’t as good a cook as Henry. The roast was a trifle overdone and the baked potatoes underdone. The vegetables were from a frozen package. Henry never made frozen vegetables. I was accustomed to better, but then Henry was the best, not only in the kitchen, but in other rooms, as well. We’d made love in every room in the house and even in the basement, my butt sliding back and forth on the dryer. Daddy spoke first once the food was served. “How’s your class this year, Henry?” “It’s great, Dad, but, it’s going to be my last.” “You’re not going to be fired, are you?” Henry’s remark was met by shocked looks on my parent’s faces. They knew too well what a great teacher he was. “No…they love me there. I’m going to quit over the summer. We’ll need someone to take care of our baby.” That was as far as he got. My parents and Lisa were out of their seats in a flash with hugs and kisses and exclamations of sheer joy. Mom left the table to phone my grandparents; they came just as dinner had ended. Henry and I had to endure the celebration again. Grandpa hugged Henry so tightly that he was lifted off the floor. We had chatted for more than an hour when I saw Henry and Tom walk out to the patio. “Can I ask you a question, Henry?” “Sure.” ...
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