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All's well that ends
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All's well that ends part one Discoveries and Dreams “Dad, dad, can you and mom come and help me please? My fish tank leaked over night, and all the water is in my floor.” Carrie begged. When her parents arrived, they were witness to a sopping wet dinning room floor, and all around the house were bowls with fish in them. The fish tank was empty of fish and all it's water. Ruth, Carries mother, shrugged her shoulders, saying,”let's get to work”, while David, her father, turning, walked toward the door. Ruth spoke up, saying, “He brought his shop Wet Vac. Now where are some trays to hold the tank decorations while we find the leak.” David reappeared, plugged the vacuum cord into the wall outlet, and began suctioning up the water, while Carrie and Ruth pulled fake seaweed, and assorted ceramic figures from the tank. The entire operation took only an hour, with the three of them working as a team. Her dad took the empty fish tank out to his car, with the promise to repair it in a matter of hours. He left both his and wife at the tiny bungalow house. but soon he returned, with a bigger, new tank, including all the extras. “Charlies Aquatic shop, where you buy your fish and supplies, had this model on sale, so.” He explained, with a big smile. Carrie shrieked with joy, hugged her dad, and tore into the boxes. It didn't take them long to set up the new tank, in the living room. Soon all the ornaments and newly conditioned water was in the tank. The fish, and the old water they resided in came last. Then the three of them sat down for a well deserved rest. David looked toward Carrie with a, not so happy look on his face. “You know, we'll have to pull up the carpet and wood underneath, and replace it? You don't need to get black mold growing under your new place. Give it a few days to dry out then I'll come over and get started. It's your responsibility now, you're the owner of this beautiful home.” This was Carries first house. She owned it, well the bank and her. For the last few months she's turned it from a hundred and twenty year old house, into her home. It was magnificent, except, it needed a man's touch, in the garage. She ripped out the wet section of carpeting, and ran two fans to circulate the air. A few days later David came over and began the arduous job of tearing out the floor boards. There's no basement, only dirt and rocks about a foot beneath the floor beams. It was a good thing she had the flood, because some of the floor boards are dry rotted. He could fix this, no problem. Inadvertently stirring the dirt below the cut out section of floor, he noticed a round depression in the soil, encircled by stones mostly covered by dirt. He waited for Carrie to get home from work, and asked her if she'd mind if he dug in the depression a bit. David's an amateur archaeologist at heart. The area intrigued him. Of course, she gave her dad permission to dig, a little. She even had the history of the land, back 300 years. The bank gave it to her at the closing of the mortgage. They live in Scotland, just outside Galloway, where history runs very deep. Not like in young countries like the United States of America. There had been dwellings on and around this area for at least the 300 years, to the banks knowledge. Dad spent the next two weekends, slowly, carefully digging in the depression. That's how the archaeologists do research excavations, slow and careful. At the end of two weekends, he had dug two feet down into the well. It was there, and then, he came upon his first discovery. There was a big round engraved piece of granite fitting snugly within the circle. Dad asked Carrie for help, to free the round obstacle , but not even her fingers fit between the circle wall and the stone. She surmised , “it might be some kind of seal or something.” But that didn't deter him. “I'll just take some pictures of it, break it, then pull out the pieces.” he proclaimed. “tomorrow”. For now, your mother has super waiting, and I must get home.” He placed a piece of clear plexiglass over the hole, to protect his little girl, and the artifact, washed up, kissed her goodnight, and hurried home. “Tomato basil soup sounds like a good supper on a crispy night like tonight.” Autumn was here, Carrie thought, as she pulled out a small sauce pan and a can of soup., prepared it, got some cheese from the fridge, and some crackers from the pantry. She ate the soup, with a few cheese and crackers, then watched an action movie on the television. It stared some hunky male hero's, then she headed for bed. She had to pass through the dinning room to get to the bathroom and bedroom. On her way she noticed the plexiglass was sitting next to the hole, instead of over it. She pushed it over the hole and left for the bathroom to bath and get ready for bed. Half an hour later Carrie was drying herself off, wrapping a towel around her flaming red hair, and heading for the comfort of her bed. It felt so splendid to crawl between the sheets naked. She'd had roommates for many years, and didn't feel right about sleeping without clothes on. You know, in case of emergency, or somebody barging into your room, uninvited. Oh, but now, in her own home, she can sleep the way she really likes to, naked. Tomorrow was a day off work, with no plans in the morning, no alarm to set, super. She slid between the sheets, turned on the fan to circulate the air, remote controls for fans are great, turned off the side table light, and tried to sleep. Too much on her mind, caused it to race, and not slow down to sleep. She needed something to focus on. The movie she'd just watched, would do. She started to remember scene after scene, until she got to the sex/romantic scene. That's when she began to do more then recall the scene, soon she was in the scene. She was fantasizing, and her hands were helping. She placed herself in the movie scene, and had the hero pressing his hard, well defined body against her back. She could hear his whispers in her inner ear. As she pictured his arms closing around her, his hands cupping her firm breasts, Carrie took one of her tits in each hand, and mimicked his touches. Their hands squeezed and massaged, as eager fingers traced circles around her nipples. Then without warning, both pinging protrusions got pinched. The pain was exquisite, she couldn't believe how good it felt. She kept the fantasy going in her mind. In the scene, he reached up near her neck , tucked a thumb under the straps of her dress. He pulled the fabric across and over her shoulders, letting it fall to her waist. It was then, she pulled the cover down to her waist. Their hands ran lightly down her tummy, finding their way to her womanhood. Her pussy was swollen and wet, as her hands gently spread her legs open, just a bit. His right hand fingers began getting wet from her fluids. He kissed her neck with a fiery passion. Like he were starving, and her neck was his sustenance. The left hand kept busy arousing her breasts, while the right hand began mainlining her clitoris. Her breathing became quicker, and more shallow, as her/his fingers moved deftly between her legs. Their hands took her faster and faster toward a soothing Orgasm. Then, as her body pulsations slowed, she opened her eyes. Suddenly it felt as though someone, unseen, sat down on the bed beside her. I mean, really felt like it. good sex is good sex. it doesn't matter where it comes from.[/COLOR |
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why do you tease us,breaking the story when it gets exciting....hope the next episode will be up soon _ _ _ _ _ it's better to live and do the things today than to be sorry tomorrow 
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.....you kill me with these you know....lol...can't wait for more!
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Great first installment! Looking forward to part 2... 
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