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My Spouse
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Lesbian Female / 45
She's Loving Playing Daddy May I
I am an RN, lesbian, married. My wife is a hottie, college cheerleader, blonde, blue eyed beauty. Yes lesbian dykes are into cheerleader hotties. 21 years younger. Finger licking good.
Our neighbor Matt is everyone's Dad. Fifty something, Mr. fixit, hunter fisherman, tall, broad shoulders, salt and pepper beard, big strong hands. He can pick you up and carry you off.
His wife Pam fell to ovarian cancer metastasized to her liver and lung, four months from her diagnosis. The same cancer that took my Mom. I helped where I could, especially during hospice. A couple of days before she passed she told us, 'girls I need you to look after Matt, he won't admit it but he needs a woman'. A death bed promise.
Matt didn't just need a woman to look after him, he 'needed' a woman. In this case my hottie wife. His man hungry eyes were more than she could resist and she gave in on his bed. Yes, of course I was angry, hurt, and royally pissed off. But my hottie had her Daddy and she was putty in his hands.
She learned how to cook for him, she went over to straighten up, she wore her best hottie outfits, the more she showed the better she liked it. Hanging around her Daddy became her thing. I should have known that one day some testosterone man was going to come along. But I never pictured her in the arms of a Daddy or playing hobby horse on his lap.
Our neighbor Matt is everyone's Dad. Fifty something, Mr. fixit, hunter fisherman, tall, broad shoulders, salt and pepper beard, big strong hands. He can pick you up and carry you off.
His wife Pam fell to ovarian cancer metastasized to her liver and lung, four months from her diagnosis. The same cancer that took my Mom. I helped where I could, especially during hospice. A couple of days before she passed she told us, 'girls I need you to look after Matt, he won't admit it but he needs a woman'. A death bed promise.
Matt didn't just need a woman to look after him, he 'needed' a woman. In this case my hottie wife. His man hungry eyes were more than she could resist and she gave in on his bed. Yes, of course I was angry, hurt, and royally pissed off. But my hottie had her Daddy and she was putty in his hands.
She learned how to cook for him, she went over to straighten up, she wore her best hottie outfits, the more she showed the better she liked it. Hanging around her Daddy became her thing. I should have known that one day some testosterone man was going to come along. But I never pictured her in the arms of a Daddy or playing hobby horse on his lap.
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