Gwendolyn And The Memories But I Have To Be A Grown Up About It

I flunked out of college for playing too much and my mother insisted I follow in her footsteps and she sent me to the CIA, Culinary School of America. I met Gwendolyn there, she wanted to be celebrity chef. I wanted to learn how to cook to tend house.

One day I was talking to Gwen and she showed me a tattoo she had on her torso, above her private parts, a woman's open legs with a straight line in the middle. I asked her why she did that, it was so stup!d. She fell back, and she was wearing short skirt, she opened her legs and asked me it I wanted some. I must have show her a very ugly face, so she sat up and asked if she could eat me. It was in the very next breath that she told me she loved me. I wasn't able to keep her off of me and she did eat me, and more.

I became Gwen's girlfriend and over time I did eat her. But between me and her I was much more of a titty girl, and she was all pussy. By the time we got our certificate and realized that the only thing it was good for was the Waffle House I told her I just had to get married, all I was good for was tending house and with my certificate, cooking.

When I introduced her to my 'fiancé', who had been waiting in the wings, she became upset and ran away to be work on a cruise ship. I got married and settled down to do what I was good for, and Gwen was a memory of my days at the CIA. A secret memory. All I wanted was to be a wife and have a home. I wanted children, not a dozen, but a few. I wanted to be with my husband and let him do with me as he saw fit. I fully transferred my dependency from my father to my husband.

Ten years after I got married, I had three children and was happy being a wife and mother, Gwen called. She wanted to see me. She ate pussy, and I sucked titty. She sucked titty and I ate pussy. All those feelings of the CIA came back and I was unable to stop them. Gwen swore her love for me over and over and I slipped up and told her I still loved her. The only thing she could think about was becoming a chef in my kitchen, to talk to my husband and hire her. I told her I would but she had to get rid of that hideous tattoo, do something with it.

My husband one night showed her what she didn't want to happen. She had to put up with him all over her. I told her that it wasn't that bad for her to behave like that. She quit her job with us, breaking us up and went away to work at a resort in Colorado. One day while I was regaining my footing she called me and asked me if my husband would let her come back to us. I said no, I was married and I had a house to tend to. I was good enough cook for my family. I would do without her, I needed my sanity. even if I did love her.