-Facts Repeated and why I believe in Angels.
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-- -Remember these stories were summer 1984-85. I was about 45 and Dollie 43. What I call our wildest years. Again, that changed again when I retired at 55. Our second wild years were then rekindled! We have reasons for that which I will explain along with why Dollie was now wearing micro mini skirts and fuller bikini bottoms. Stay tuned. Remember these dates. There may be a test later. There’s a reason for everything.
---There is a topic about this-->. Dollie was not expected to live three times in our time together plus once when thrown thru the windshield of an old Chevy truck around age 11. She saw me have heart failure. Why are we still here? Don't question life. Live it!
Maybe these are not excuses to act the way we do. But those who spend their lives praying dont seem to have a happier life. Someone watches over us!
-------------------Facts Repeated and why I believe in Angels.
---Alrightie, while it’s on my deranged perverted warped mind read this. Nothing to do with sand dunes or fingerfucking. Lots of life changing things happen in life to change lives. Lucky for us we’ve had very few family deaths or injuries. No ****s, murders, or robberies that I know of. Life really has been good. We’re not religious but we re blessed. Huh? Can perverts be blessed?
---But changes still happen to all of us. Some time in the early 80’s Dollie had lots of female problems and surgeries. She also gained weight. By then she had an ugly surgery scare on her stomach. No more itty bitty tiny weenie bikini bottoms. But she never gave up playing my fantasy sex games. To continue her ass and pussy had to be easily available and often visible. She began wearing those “French Cut” bikini bottoms. I may be wrong about the name. They were full bottomed yet started out as a tiny narrow crotch. Often exposing her pubic area and pretty much all of her ass, except the crack by often narrowing the crotch area more they covered very little, if any, of her pussy when playing games. They could be adjusted to either side or pulled up inside her c*nt. At the same time, they fully covered her tummy above her belly button.
---This was also the time Dollie began wearing her micro mini skirts more, minus panties, camping, to the beach, and other places . Same reasons. The skirts covered her tummy scar yet fully exposed her tw*t. It worked and she was willing. This was how it was during those 80’s and into around 2000 when fate stepped in.
---Somewhere it’s written here. Dollie had colon problems. After moving to Florida she had several serious colon surgeries. Nearly died. Even worse tummy scar. Looked like a physco doctor used a chainsaw! Not long after one of those surgeries she begged me to take her on the Blue Ridge and Skyline Drive, eventually going to Niagara Falls. Never made it to Niagra Falls. Made it to the end at Front Royal, Va. when she began throwing up her own shit. Some call it bile. But it’s shit. Cut over to east coast then around Myrtle Beach she got worse. Still she begged to go home to doctors. Called her surgeon then mashed the gas on that old Chevy van to get her to ER in Gainesville, Fl. the next day.
---Again Dollie nearly died. Slept in living room on a hide-a-bed and was wheel chair bound 1 ½ years. She’s tough. Even then she wore tit showin tops and teased. No sooner got better when a Brown Recluse spider bit her on the left breast. Again almost died. Much corrective surgery because she refused to have boob removed and a large implant to match the right tit. Detailed story already here. I didn’t care about tits. I just wanted Dollie to live. But she said she’d rather have a tiny tittie than a fake one. Sadly my insurance would pay to have the tit removed but not all the expensive corrective surgery. Used most of our savings. Soon half a tit gone and flat on the bottom. But still alive.
---Doctor explained poison may be deeper and cause more damage. He said it could take a year or more to be certain. At a later time he could do plastic surgery to make her left breast look decent and reduce the right one to match. Lucky she had large boobs. Almost one full year and her tittie turned red and hot. More surgery and more tissue removed. Finally the surgery and now two nice looking titties, scarred, smaller, yet all Dollie’s.
After first checking on plastic and reconstructive surgeons in Jacksonville, Tampa, and Daytona, we chose the doctor in Daytona. Simply because we were going to old car and bike events in Daytona and knew the area well. Plus he was recommended by biker babes and strippers who had gotten boob jobs from this doctor. He specialized in burn victims and reconstructive surgery, encluding breast enhancement. Yes, we needed a tit doctor!
-----Dollie’s doctor knew her boobs intimately and had seen her gross stomach scar. After much discussion it was agreed he could do a tummy tuck and totally remove her tummy flab, along with that hideous scar. More surgery and more money out of pocket. But Dollie loved our games of the past and we both missed her dressing wild. As I wrote, she’s tough. Not only did she get a flat smooth tummy, she got a newly located navel and nipples!
---This shit ain’t free! Borrowed money and more money until we couldn’t borrow anymore. Our tiny retirement savings gone. I forgot how many years passed without playing our tit games. I’ll swear her boobs have grown again!
Finally Dollie could go to the nude beach totally nude like the good old days. She loved it. Finally friend Dale and other biker friends could see Dollie completely naked rather than peeking up her skirt or the crotch of her shorts! This was also the time when she forgot while nude at the beach and her famous Dlaeshot was created. And now you see why we show and share our boobies! It was meant to be.
----Still there’s more. Sorry it’s all mixed up. Way back while living in central Illinois old cars and work slowed and nearly stopped our fantasy games. I was working 12 hour shifts, six to seven days a week. Besides that, I just had to buy some old cars and build street rods. 1986 was the year I bought our first 55 Chevy, followed by the 55 Chevy wagon, a 49 Ford, and 57 Chevy. I already owned a 1926 Model T, a 1939 Ford, a motor home and a boat. Vacations, camping, even sex, slowed down greatly. That's why 1987 began her "no-show" years.
---When we retired June 1994 and moved to Florida we were born again! Time to relax, get involved in bike events and discovered the nude beach and nudists. Again life was good until Dollie‘s surgeries slowed her down once more.
But that was even more reason to get wild and enjoy life.
---Hell now we were fingerfucking on Florida beaches. But that’s another story in here someplace. Now you see why I opened our CLOSET. These stories were begging to be shared.
You see why we believe in angels and why I love my wife. She’s been my life!------------
Back to fingerfucking in the sand without the dunes.
I'll bet you didn't expect to read this in this forum. But it shows why we are who we are and life can change instantly. Enjoy what you have today. Tomorrow may be too late.
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