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

... temporary custody and the court documents will say when you should pick the girls up. We suggest Mrs. Logan should bring the girls away in her car." After our farewells, John escorted them to their car. I waited inside on my crutches and wept from sheer happiness for a few minutes. When they drove off, we stayed at our front door and kissed for a long time. "My fantastic Kitchen Fairy brought back my daughters! You have magical powers! Thank You! Thank you!" We kissed passionately again and went back to the living room to start calling around to our family. Everybody was glad of our happiness. My parents-in-law were very happy to see their older granddaughters soon. I thought we would have ordinary ANR sex, but my husband organized a sex fireworks night. We began with the breastfeeding and I was totally euphoric; then John gave me oral and then put his cock into my vagina briefly for ten minutes and then began the oral again. He alternate like that, ten minutes of penetration, then ten minutes of oral, and so on and so on. At the last cycle he ejaculated into my pussy but during each of my orgasms, he kept saying "thank you, thank you". I counted my orgasms to ten, but I couldn't keep track after that. After over two hours of sex he said, "Thank you for my daughters." I stroked my dear’s face and said, "Honey I’d do even more for you! You don’t know how much I love you!" We slept long and deep after all this sex. Two days later we got the court decision about the temporary ...

... custody. I had to go to Amy’s house to collect the girls at nine AM Saturday. If the court did not find her responsible in the matter she would not see her daughters for five months. If she was responsible she wouldn't see them until they were over eighteen. My husband folded down the rear seats for more luggage space for he girls but three seats remained in my old Ford Focus wagon. John and I embraced beside the car and he waved when I left. The weather was very good; not windy or chilly and no snow fall. It is rare for the middle of January here. I was on time, out of my car, standing with my crutches, when the door opened and Amy stood in the doorway. We greeted each other, "Good morning". The girls poked their heads out and we said "Hi" to each other. Amy came to my wagon and opened the back doors. She brought the girls' luggage and she cried. I got back into my car quickly, because I didn't want to humiliate her in front of her daughters. MY NAME IS WENDY LOGAN, I AM NOT AMY! When Amy was ready she told her daughters, "Good Bye!" and kissed them, crying loudly. The girls were sad and said, "Good Bye Mom!" I thought she did not cry from happiness, but I always did. My husband’s daughters got into my car and we left for our house. The girls and their Mother waved to each other. Carol introduced herself first and then came Zoë, "I’m Carol and we know you’re Wendy, our Dad’s wife." "I’m Zoë." "Nice to meet you both." I drove and the girls were silent a while. Zoë asked first, ...