1. FM 2012 the " Widdow's Comforter"


    Date: 8/7/2018, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination / Submission, Exhibitionism, Female solo, Straight Sex, Masturbation, Toys, Author: mustafa.fuch1, Source: sexstories.com

    "Stephen, what's in this big wooden trunk," Sarah my soon to be ex-wife asked as we cleared out the loft of my soon to be ex family home. "I don't know, junk probably," I suggested. "It might be bone China, we agreed I had the China." she said greedily as she stood there and if I half closed my eyes I could pretend she looked sexy with her in her dungarees and checkered shirt, with her blonde hair tied back severely. It was amazing the way Sarah had changed, was it only three years since we met, got drunk, had twins and married, and eight months since she found she preferred a black footballer and instigated divorce proceedings which meant I was having to sell the riverside house my great great grandfather had designed and built back in the eighteen nineties with a huge water wheel to harness the river's power and drive a generator to provide electricity. Four generations of Stephensons, general engineers, once Stephensons workshops had stretched the whole length of Manston street and folklore was that we were related to the Stephensons who designed the "Rocket" but we were not the family that built the 'Rocket' or the lighthouses or wrote Treasure Island but honest hard working engineers who came from Ramsgate originally not Northumberland, and now just the old B shop remained as my empire, and that only because I managed to do a deal with my sisters when dad died, which saw most of the factory sold for housing land. Even with a much smaller workforce the order book was ...
    pretty thin, we kept making things for stock or at cost to keep ticking over but I couldn't really see how we could stay in business much beyond the year's end. "Stephen, what is it?" she demanded. "You have a look," I suggested, "I'm having a coffee." I descended the ladder to the second floor and the stairs to the Kitchen and then with some difficulty climbed back up with two coffees. "It's a machine," she said disappointedly as she stood with the lid of the huge trunk raised. "It looks unused." "Drink your coffee," I insisted. "It says Stephenson WEC 1909." on the Instruction book." she said. "It's got instructions?" I asked. "Yes, and all sorts of stuff, what is it Steve?" she demanded. "No idea," I said, "There's a label on it somewhere, there look," "October 1914," she read. "Well it may be old stock from when Stephensons went over to Munitions in the first world war." I suggested as I peered into the box. The parts were all packed and secured with wood and fabric packing, smaller polished wood boxes contained attachments as I found when I opened one to reveal a set of slightly ribbed plungers around a foot long from one waisted in from two inches at the threaded end to an inch to one expanding from two inches at the thread to almost four and a half inches in diameter. Some were parallel some noticably belled out, "It's a bit odd." I suggested, "There a motor and bars and all sorts, pulleys and a crankshaft, I wonder if its a pump." I suggested naively. Sarah took hold of ...
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