Someone to Shovel her Snow

sirhugs

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The Widow smith is not TOO old for...


... the husband next door to appreciate a cup of cocoa after

... the twin twenty year olds to learn to share the job

... the wife from down the clock to reawaken long ignored lesbian passions

... the nice volunteer from the seniors program to come again

... to show everybody that she can blow more than snow.
 
I had a real life snow story some years ago. Didn't lead to sex. I was married at the time and living on a military base on Cape Cod.

It was my first winter there. We had a blizzard and daily snow storms that led to about three feet of snow. Husband was overseas.

Wind had blown the snow up against the front door to the point that I couldn't even get outside. I took a 2 liter soda bottle, cut it into a scoop and spent the day scooping snow into the kitchen sink. It was dark by the time I got enough cleared to step outside to attempt to shovel. I didn't use the shovel from inside the house because I didn't want to drop snow on the wooden floor.

Took me several days from there. I had only q dinky, portable shovel. The kind that compacts down to fit in a car trunk. I came from the Seattle area where we don't usually gt much snow.

I shoveled a narrow path to the carport. Down the sidewalk to the house, the snow went up so high, I couldn't see over it.

I finally got close to my car. It was a sunny day. The snow was melting and heavy. I stood on the mountain of snow, finally feeling victorious. Then along came a plow. He shoved a ton of snow right where I had just plowed it. I stood there, waving my shovel and looking helpless. He smiled at me and plowed out what he had pushed in front of my car.

Across the street, a pregnant woman was screaming and waving her shovel. Plow guy drove off.

That Spring, I got a job at the golf course on the base. One of the rangers approached me. Told me he almost lost his job because of me. He had plowed me out and wasn't supposed to. Ha!

He actually was single and cute.
 
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I had a real life snow story some years ago. Didn't lead to sex. I was married at the time and living on a military base on Cape Cod.

It was my first winter there. We had a blizzard and daily snow storms that led to about three feet of snow. Husband was overseas.

Wind had blown the snow up against the front door to the point that I couldn't even get outside. I took a 2 liter soda bottle, cut it into a scoop and spent the day scooping snow into the kitchen sink. It was dark by the time I got enough cleared to step outside to attempt to shovel. I didn't use the shovel from inside the house because I didn't want to drop snow on the wooden floor.

Took me several days from there. I had only q dinky, portable shovel. The kind that compacts down to fit in a car trunk. I came from the Seattle area where we don't usually gt much snow.

I shoveled a narrow path to the carport. Down the sidewalk to the house, the snow went up so high, I couldn't see over it.

I finally got close to my car. It was a sunny day. The snow was melting and heavy. I stood on the mountain of snow, finally feeling victorious. Then along came a plow. He shoved a ton of snow right where I had just plowed it. I stood there, waving my shovel and looking helpless. He smiled at me and plowed out what he had pushed in front of my car.

Across the street, a pregnant woman was screaming and waving her shovel. Plow guy drove off.

That Spring, I got a job at the golf course on the base. One of the rangers approached me. Told me he almost lost his job because of me. He had plowed me out and wasn't supposed to. Ha!

He actually was single and cute.

lol, at the "single and cute" part.

The pregnant lady bit holds promise...
 
Widow Smith persuaded an exothermic tentacle monster to sweep snow from her driveway but the poor critter froze. Sad.
 
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