A few weeks before NacÆs wedding, I was in my office finishing up a report for an old client and friend, and the family was at the pool. I had just finished the report Nac came and sat me down in my chair and then sat on my lap. She then asked me what the stains were on the old horse blanket. I did not answer. Nac, who practices law with little Liz, told me that the stains were semen. She then asked me how they got there. I felt a small hand on my head and I knew it was Liz. Nac ignored her mother and kept after me. This went on for a few minutes. The phone rang and my client was calling to inform me that he was pleased with the report and thanked me for working on a Sunday for him. By this time the entire family and spouses or girl friends were in my office.
Liz sat on the desk and started to talk. She informed the family that she was married at 17, finished university at 20 and gave birth to Nac the same summer. At 22, she and Lloyd split up. Because of the split, she was expelled from the Mormon Church and rejected by her family. She went on to say that she became a ôsoiled doveö. Your father wanted to have his turn with me. I wanted him so bad, but I also wanted him to be my husband. I put sex on hold until we got to know each other. Before we moved to the farm, Lloyd called me and told me that he wanted to get together. I left Nac with your father and went to LloydÆs place. He had sex with me until he could not get an erection. He then told me to leave. I went and got drunk and then cried myself to sleep in your fatherÆs arms. That ended any desire in getting back with Lloyd.
Our first sex was on our wedding night, under the stars on the old horse blanket. Our first date also was a picnic on the old horse blanket. Little Liz asked why the stains were so big. Liz answers, ôYour father ejaculates like a horseö. Little Liz smiled and said, ôYou mean gobs run out afterö. Liz blushed and said, ôletÆs drop itö. Now the kids know why the old horse blanket hangs on the wall in our bedroom. Liz and I have been married for over 35 years. She is still as good a lover as the night on the old horse blanket. Things just move along at a slower pace.
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