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Life Buoy for an Amputee or an Amputee Who Is a Life Buoy?

... by hand very thinly, that’s the secret." I explained enthusiastically. "Wow, mmm! Sounds yummy. You’re a real expert!" he stared at me in awe, "And what’s in those bowls?" "I'm mixing ground poppy seeds and mashed pumpkin in this one. Then I’m going to mix ground poppy seeds with sour cherry in that one, that’s another filling, you see. I’ve already made the apple and cinnamon stuffing, it’s over there, and the cottage cheese is mixed with raisins in the fourth one…have a look. All together four different sorts of strudels," my hands were moving fast while I spoke, "I also put sugar into each… You see I’m putting a portion of filling onto this piece of dough I’ve stretched, like this…roll it up…some flour…and done." "Amazing! And those are already ready to bake, aren’t they?" he pointed to the baking pan next to the oven. "Yes, they are. Waiting for the oven to heat up." "Can I help you?" he was enthusiastic. "Thank you John, I can manage almost everything alone." I placed another four strudels on an empty baking pan. There were several fully packed pans by now. I leaned against a rod with my shoulder, opened the oven with one hand, and quickly threw the pans into it with the other, one after the other. Years later I learned my John saw this like a circus stunt by an acrobatic juggler. He almost applauded, "You’re fantastic!" I flushed, "I’m not. But thank you, anyway. It’s easy for me to manage the kitchen work, as I do it every day, you know," I replied modestly. At last ...

... I began to fry the pancakes, deliberately turning and moving about a lot more in my sexy dress than was necessary. I could feel his eyes pinned on the round parts of my body, and I was happy to show them to him. It was clearly an all-family conspiracy that nobody disturbed us in the kitchen. They knew it was not only my festive lunch I was preparing, but also my soon to be husband. My pussy was wet and I flushed several times, my nipples were hard and they almost pierced my blouse. When I was done with the dishes he joined the others in the dining room, while I changed my dress. We sat next to each other at the corner of the table so that we could talk. My mom and my sister brought in the food, as I couldn't carry so many trays quickly enough. John told me all dishes were delicious and added that I was a Kitchen Fairy. He admitted years later had he arrived at twelve o’clock, he would just have been a kind guest and would never have thought of me as a wife candidate. My kitchen work persuaded him that I could be a good wife. John and I are very grateful to Carl for inviting John for ten o’clock. After lunch my parents brought in a birthday cake with twenty-one candles. I blew out the candles and everybody congratulated me, wished me many happy returns of the day. We drank the champagne and we tested the 6 puttonyos Tokaji Aszú with the cake During the general chatting session my family left me alone with John again so we could speak in private. I knew I must not mention his ...