1. Different Gyms Do Train The Body Better!


    Date: 5/11/2017, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Lactation, Romance, Violence, Author: DunafromSOL, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    my graduation I came home. I got a job at a medium-sized firm, working in the IT department. Not long after I started, I happened to run into Melinda. She told me she had been hired to teach math at a local high school. She was single, I was single, so we began to date. Soon, we were in love. A few months into our renewed relationship, she became pregnant. I asked her to be my wife (I was going to anyway, honest), and she accepted my proposal. We were married shortly thereafter, and settled into a happy married life. Our son was born four months after our marriage. Our daughter was born two years later. Melinda stayed at home with our children; we planned for her to do that until they were both of school age, at least. Our sex life was probably similar to that of most young married couples with small children, 3-4 times weekly (down from our bunny-like habits before our son was born). My mom’s parents had died and left me with a little money (I was their only grandchild), which I used for a down payment on a nice suburban house. That windfall, plus my pretty good salary, allowed us to live comfortably with just me working. However, we didn’t do too many extravagant things. Our typical recreation and holidays were spent with my family or Melinda’s family. My dad’s parents lived in an old farmhouse on a lake about fifty miles from us; and we would visit them a lot. They had a big, empty house, and loved to have us visit. We would fish, play in the water, and just have a great ...
    time as a family. My granddad was a hunter and I went with him to hunt frequently. We brought the game and my grandma and my wife cooked them. My dad was always more of a fisherman, so hunting was a thing my granddad and I shared together, just the two of us. My dad had the habit of taking my son out fishing, so maybe that would be a special granddad and grandson tradition for the two of them some day. My granddad liked hunting with shotgun for birds. Once he told me on a hunting trip that he had once put the fear of God into a guy who was making unwanted advanced on Grandma by changing out the buckshot from a shell and replacing it with fine salt. Apparently, hitting a guy with that would give a good dose of pain for days. Plus, it would scare the shit out of whomever was on the receiving end. He died when the kids were still small, and Grandma moved to our city. We kept the old farmhouse, and my father kept the weapons and the cartridges. My wife was adament about not wanting them in our house with the kids and all. Sometimes all the logic in the world cannot sway a woman’s opinion, so it’s just not worth the fight. When I wanted to go hunting up at my grandparent’s property, I would just stop over at my parent’s house and grab the guns. During the summers, we often would go to my parents’ or Melinda’s parents’ house for the day. Frequently when we did, we would go over to Tim and Susan’s pool. They liked our children same as I had liked their children earlier. It had been ...
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