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The girl rested her head on my lap. I could

  • The girl rested her head on my lap. I could feel her warmth tickle me as I stroked her hair. Everything was perfect. The way she was, the way we were. Though things were not the
  • best in our relationship. It was going steady, I loved cuddling with her; her warm body lying against my chest. I ran my finger through her hair, and took a deep breath; enjoying
  • the moment. We wrestled under the covers, but then a wet nose pressed against my toe. The passion was ruined as her Great Dane leaped onto the water bed.
  • I get jealous easily, and while I'd gladly toss a frisbee with him in the backyard, my wife was caged by his cherubic affection and charming looks. Our bed was not our dane's bed.
  • Our car was not our dad's automobile. Who was this baby and why had he replaced my place in my wife's heart. I started drinking root beer heavily. I never changed my shirt. I burpe
  • d when I should have held it in. My wife's parents were visiting, and they were absolutely blown away. The gastric gust knocked them off their feet. I blamed it on the baby but
  • I blamed everything on the baby, so they didn't believe me. I helped them to their feet. Scowling, my father-in-law muttered, "blames violent burps on baby," while scribbling in
  • the ridiculous notepad he kept shoved in his pocket. The baby gurgled & farted like a truck driver. My father-in-law scowled. 'What'd you do now, you loser? Did you feed the baby
  • roasted duck, like I told you not to?" My father-in-law was furious. I pull the baby close to my chest, and stick out my tongue at the man, only to have it held firmly between
  • his lips. "I've wanted to do that for a long time now," my father-in-law said inside my mouth. I dropped the baby, grabbed his head, and we fell to the floor in a fit of passion.

1 Comments

  1. PurpleProf Aug 18 2014 @ 20:11

    Eeeewwww!

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