1. Life Buoy for an Amputee or an Amputee Who Is a Life Buoy?


    Date: 9/18/2016, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Lactation, Romance, Violence, Author: DunafromSOL, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    Zoë and Carol had only a condition that I had to help them. The campground had a good mini shop so we could buy everything and the girls and I brought the goods in my backpack to the bungalow. The kitchen in the bungalow was not planned for one-legged people, so I sat in the kitchen and assisted the two girls. John was very proud of his older daughters. At night I was in a euphoric state from our ANR sex two days later that the girls began to cook. I lain on my husband and didn't let him sleep. I looked deep into his eyes, "Do you remember Honey, when we learned that we were LOSERS?" John looked at me, "Yes, Amy said that to you at "White Oaks" Mall." I went on, "Do you know your wife achieved her dreams, a good husband, two kids and a good house? I have a job and I'm working at home for your firm. I’m an amputee and I’m on holiday with my family. I AM NOT A LOSER, I AM SUCCESFUL!" John agreed, "You’re right Kitchen Fairy you’re successful." I continued, "You've a successful wife, a nice house, a good business with my brother, smart healthy and nice young kids plus two smart beautiful older daughters, who are here with us for two weeks. Your elder daughters come to us every second weekend and your stupid first wife is a BTB (burnt the bitch) woman. Honey, you could say YOU ARE NOT A LOSER! Could you say it to my face Honey?" He said, "Yes my beautiful Kitchen Fairy I can. I AM NOT A LOSER I AM SUCCESSFUL, TOO! I kissed him passionately for a long time and I said, "I have my last secret and I want to share it with you now." John was curious, "What is that?" I confessed, "When you aren’t in the house and the kids are sleeping soundly, sometimes I cry from happiness and I'd like to weep now. May I do that now?" We embraced each other in bed and John agreed, "Wendy, Yes!" Then I began to cry from HAPPINESS in the arms of my dear husband. The end.
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