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She Blamed It on My PTSD Pt. 02
Date: 4/18/2024, Categories: Loving Wives, Author: byCatcher78
... and jiggled with each step, "come on, shake a leg baby." I trotted to the porch and as I came into the kitchen she wrapped one hand around my waste and guided me to the kitchen sink and turned on the water. I could not think straight and was breathing heavy. She grabbed the dish washing liquid and set it on the edge of the sink, then turned on the water. My focus was on her face. "Carrie-Anne, umm I am out of control and feel like I'm free falling. It's been hours and I'm, I'm, you know me. You smell so good, Jesus, don't...I'd die if, we don't..." She was drying my hands with a dish towel and I just closed my eyes. "You're safe baby you've stole home, finally. I told the boys that you were the one. Tom said, when they came in that you did good mom. I felt when I was feeding you the food today that your were close to home but had been lost for so long. Give me a hug honey!" We hugged and then she kissed me, her lips soft but electric on my lips. "This food is fantastic tonight, let's get a hop on!" End Part II Next Carrie-Anne meets the bitch