A kiss for her beautiful wife

Getting up from her seat, Margret headed to the kitchen. If luck was on her side, this would be the place that she would find Linda and get some well-deserved sugar.

"Linda, where are you?" she called out, poking her head into the kitchen. Much like everything else here in their home, this too was trapped in the fifties. Neither women would have it any other way, after all. This was obviously the best time to be a woman. Anyone who thought otherwise was silly.

"Oh my. Someone is most definitely eager to get a taste of me." Linda answered and pulled her beautiful wife into the kitchen. Still dressed in the same outfit as before, she was somehow even more beautiful. Especially when she was pulling Margret over.