1. Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 18


    Date: 7/12/2017, Categories: Diary, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Straight Sex, Romance, Spanking, Author: JeremyDCP, Source: sexstories.com

    [[[-IF4-P18.TXT-]]] ---------------- Island Fever 4: Paradise Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com M/F, F/F and a whole lot more ---------------- Chapter 18: "Home" ------------------------------------------- -*- Tuesday, June 16, 2015 -*- -*- Hamilton, Ohio -*- The headstone was engraved with simple, block letters - Donald F. [Last Name], December 13, 1965 - November 4, 2012. Beneath it, the epitaph simply read, "His life a beautiful memory, his absence a silent grief." I placed a reassuring hand upon Lindsay's shoulder as she knelt at the final resting place of her father. I tenderly caressed Lindsay's neck as she sprayed the modest marker with a cleaning solution and then used a towel to wipe it dry. "Dad's grave is always covered with dirt and mowed grass every time I visit here," my wife complained. "I really wish they did a better job of upkeep around this cemetery." I motioned toward the wooden bird house dangling from a shepherd's hook no more than five feet from the marker. "You want me to fill it, honey?" I asked, cradling a bag of bird seed on my right arm. "Or do you want to do it yourself?" "You can," Lindsay answered, glancing up and over her shoulder at me for a brief moment, before returning to her cleaning duties. I proceeded to carefully pour seed, trying not to spill any, into the bird house until it was full. Ever since arriving in Cincinnati on Sunday afternoon for our little, private vacation for two, I felt closer and more emotionally intimate with Lindsay ...
    than I ever had before. The fact that Lindsay was newly pregnant was certainly a major contributing factor, but getting to spend these few days alone with her were wonderful and fabulous for me. All of my time and energy had been exclusively devoted to her. I loved having the opportunity to watch Lindsay interact with her family here in Ohio, whom she missed dearly, yet rarely got to see because we made our home in Norway. Our trip to the park yesterday was very special and memorable for me, too. I was so accustomed to being with Lindsay with the other ladies in our lives around as well. This was certainly a very different side of Lindsay - and in an equally different environment - than what I was used to. I actually wished our one-on-one vacation lasted longer... After having breakfast at the downtown hotel this morning, I drove Lindsay to the cemetery and told her that we would stay here to visit with her father for as long as she wanted. I felt extreme sympathy for her as she knelt and dusted off the tombstone. Both of my parents were still alive (thank God), so I would not even begin to think that I knew how Lindsay felt at the current moment. She loved her father; he was her hero, her idol, and his memory was sacred to her. It still tore her apart inside that he was no longer alive. Lindsay did not say anything or show much emotion over the following ten minutes once she got comfortable and settled into a seated position. I opted to allow her some privacy, venturing off ...
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