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I brought home a stray to share with my wife
I inherited my mother's disposition and her urges to be with other women. I grew up with two mothers, not always the same two mothers. She got into a woman, trained her the way she wanted her and met another woman and that's the way it was all the years I was growing up.
It wasn't until college that the lesbian gene woke up. This poor girl didn't know what happened to her, she got basically ** by another woman. But after I ** her I fell in love with her. And it wasn't a crush, it was pure deep love. She had been put in her place and she accepted me for that, her woman boss. Just like my mother with her wives she brought home. I don't like the word **, but both my mother and me are dykes. If we had ** we would ** them.
I met this girl, she's dresses in dresses, wears her hair long, with bows in her hair. She is pretty and wears very little makeup, maybe nothing really. Her lips are her lesbian calling card, she's into the ** thing. As a joke I bought a silver chain and collar and she wore it everywhere we went out. She opened her ** for my housewife and let her love on her ** while feeling her up. My wife undressed her and she was perfectly bald, she'd been waxed and lasered, her ** is like a twelve year old. Here I am bringing another woman into my home, just like my mother did. Except I brought her home for us to share.
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