Dollie's Introduction and her stories begin.
Keep in mind many of these stories will also be written by me, her husband, so will be similar.
Dollie...
I had secret reasons not to let another man have intercourse with me. My mother and older sister were nymphos way before I even knew what that meant. I feared once I started I'd be like them and want more and more men. I was right, but my loving husband has kept me under control.
As my introduction this starts out rather boring then gets worse. Please keep in mind I don't often write or talk like this. Hubby thought the dirty words would make the stories more interesting.
Some of this may be repeated but it's my introduction. I'm going to skip much of the details of each guy I've had fuck me because it would get boring. But it sure wasn't boring at the time! As much as hubby and others begged since I was young I never let another man fuck me until I was 73, May 2014.
It bothers me to write fuck so I write intercourse or screw. Denny says just write fuck so here goes. I know, this makes me sound like a whore. Others say I am a loving caring wife making my husband happy. Hope that's how you feel about it. This fucking wasn't easy to start doing and it sure is not easy to write about.
The following may not seem important to what I do now. If moving wasn't in the plans my husband would never let me do everything you will read about.
Age is catching up with us. From just talking about it, we made plans to buy a small one bedroom mobile home to put on our oldest son's place in the country where we are from. Plans were made for a deck, septic system, and a carport. We almost got all of the special permits and all but signed to have the mobile home shipped.
We'd have a view of a small lake, lots of woods, a big old barn, and farm fields. Of course, also our son and his wife's home nearby. They even agreed to shop for us if neccessary in bad weather. Still it was twenty miles from town, hospitals and shops. We'd spend more time just staring out the windows like we do here.
So we deciding we need a small house in town instead. We preferred one on the south side where we've always lived. Hubby looked at many on the internet. Most were on tiny city lots and we were not even liking those that cost too much.
With luck he found the perfect little place, three bedrooms, two car garage, and basement. Still it's smaller and easier to take care of. Denny read about it Saturday evening 18th. October 2014. By Sunday it was almost ours. Monday we got the okay. Our son paid the small deposit and we mailed a check to him.
We bought a house without even looking at it on only one half acre back in ***** where we are from. But our oldest son sent many pictures plus those in the listing. It's on the very south edge of town with a farm behind and more farm fields close by. We've only owned three homes. Like this one, all on short dead end streets.
Only one mile from our second son, a few miles from our daughter, two miles from the hospital and every restaurant and home improvement store, plus all kinds of shopping. Even better, our two best friends live within five miles south.
My husband even bid on the nearly new furniture and got it all cheap. A nearly new washer and dryer in the basement stayed because the old people taking care of the estate couldn't move it. They even left a nice grandfather clock. I love that clock.
Denny calls it good Karma. Our lives seemed to be filled with it, even during hard times and bad health.
Now we own two homes and need to sell this place in the country that we love. So this and exercise therapy to help us walk again has taken much time.
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