The Chef
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My Personal Chef free porn video
Here it was, 5 o’clock on a lazy Friday afternoon and all the crew who worked at the ranch were leaving for the weekend. All but one that is, you, my live in chef. You and I shared a special bond. Your grandfather had worked for my grandfather, then your dad for my father before your dad retired to his native country a few years ago. Our families roots were so intertwined it was impossible to separate them. You loved being part of the ‘family’ and decided to stay here, in Texas, where you had come to call home.
Our families were so close that even with me being nearly 10 years older than you, we often played together as children. I even babysat you from time to time when there were special events at the ranch we were too young to attend. We shared many fond memories. I taught you how to rope a calf and ride a horse, and you taught me to treat girls like the special gift that they are. The only extended period of time we were separated was when my daddy had paid your way to culinary school in New York City. You had become such a permanent fixture around the kitchen that daddy wanted to fuel your dreams, so he paid for you to go. I remember standing on the front porch watching your face in the back window of the car until you disappeared from sight. Thinking back, I was more sad to see you leave than I was when my wife left me.
Finally, after being gone three long years, you returned, later to assume the full duties as the personal chef for our family. How odd and pathetic I thought of myself, after all these years of living under the same roof, of seeing you day after day, why was it only now that I was noticing how beautiful are were.
Ever since I had become ‘single’ again, life had taken on different dimensions. The kids were grown and out on their own, leaving me to run the family businesses and ranching operations with the help of a few really loyal hands. One observation of living on a working ranch shares with growing old is you learn fairly quickly who you can depend on.
My granddads granddad was one of the true pioneers of the wild West. He possessed that sixth sense and always seemed to be in the right places at the right time. He also had enough available resources to become a ‘player’ in whatever the next greatest and next best deals were. I wish I had personally known that man.
Geraldine
- 20.03.2021
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