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Click here"No, Callie, that was beautiful. You are beautiful."
"Well, I've never done that. I didn't mean to pee on you. I didn't even know I had to pee. I hope it didn't gross you out."
"Callie, that wasn't pee. That was the most fantastic orgasm I've ever seen, from an amazing woman. There is nothing gross about that." We cuddled for a few minutes, kissing, hugging, and then Callie suggested that we move to her bed for the night. I corrected her. We'd move to what used to be her bed. And we did.
We made love to each other for most of the night. Not just sex, but truly making love. With my first cum going over her tongue I was able to last much longer the second time, and beyond. She had at least a half dozen more climaxes, but only the last one as thunderous as the first one. After that we fell asleep, spent but satisfied.
The next few weeks and months saw some legal hassles from her ex, Bobby, but I'd anticipated that and had already engaged my own attorney in preparation. Callie was using her maiden name, was adjusting to life in the country very well, and becoming less fearful with each day. She seemed comfortable around the place and her presence and influence was obvious. It was a home now, not just a house. As Thanksgiving approached I decided to have a talk with Callie about family relationships. Her family knew she was living at my place while she sorted out the separation and divorce with Bobby, but that's about all, and her sister had even visited once. I think she'd already figured things out, but kept to herself about it. One morning a week before the holiday, at breakfast, I decided to say something.
"Callie, dear, I suspect you've known for a while now that I'm fiercely in love with you."
"Yes, Ed, I know. Just as you know I love you." She leaned over to kiss me lightly on the cheek at that point.
"Well, then, make me the happiest man on earth and tell me you'll spend the rest of your life with me." A huge smile broke across her beautiful face.
"Oh, Ed, you'll have a hard time chasing me off now, and you know that!"
I think that maybe, Margaret is your sister-in-law; you inadvertantly lost control of your true desire. Better luck next time, hiding her identity.
Great story!
Callie or Margaret? PLEASE READ AND CORRECT ANY MISTAKES BEFORE SUBMITTING YOUR STORY, otherwise the story is ruined by the stupid mistakes, what ever happened to editors/friends proof reading it before SUBMITTING the story.
How did Callie "come home" as it was never her home to begin with meaning she never left, meaning she cant come back?
was wondering just when did Margeret show up? and where was Callie at the time? were you writing two stories together?
Asshole would be a compliment for you! Take your head out of your ass, (Clean off the ring around your collar,dipshit!) , and make sure the cream hits you squarely in the face when pulling your pud!