Mouse chrush 10-Apr-98 15:09:47

For some years ago I was married with a girl, a big girl - 5'10" and 230 lbs. And I kept my chrush fetish in secret.... ( But not the trample fetish.. )

( Excuse my bad english )

One day at a cottage, I catched a mouse in a trap. And knewed at once where this big mouse fitted. Between a big plank and 3 big stone-bricks, which we used as a doorstep into the wood-store / can - store. I laid the mouse in the middle under the plank, and waited with a strange feeling in my belly...

What will happen to that mouse ? Will my wife discover this mess ? Hmm, maybe.. so I turned on the litte radio, ( so that chrusing noise would dissepear behind the music on the radio ) and layed down a mat over the doorstep and into the little room there. After I have laid over the mat, it looked a little better, but the one end was much higher up than the other end of the plank, because of the hidden mouse.

My wife arrived from the shop downhills, and I had lied down outside for a while, on a carpet for getting tanned in the sun. She passed me with some nice words, and I answered just something nice, and looked straight to the doorstep behind my sunglasses. I knew she has the right direction, for putting the food at place into the little store.

She carried two bags of food, and stepped up on that plank. Between the music from the radio I heard a load chrunch, as the same time I saw the plank was pressed down under her massive weight. She never noticed that chrunch, and walked into the little room. The plank had sinked much down the way to the horizontal position again.

After a minute she had emptyed her bags, and turned around to me with a smile. And tooked a step out in the sun - on the doorstep. And she placed all her weight on that plank, and stood still there and looked at me and the nice sun, and smiled and talked. When she stood like that, she became aware that the plank flexed a little from side to side, and looked down at the doorstep.

I think there is some dirt under this plank, she said. and my blood freezed to ice, was I catched ?? But the flexing stopped when she jumped on the plank a little, just one turn.. A soft bump was all the noise when she landed on the plank, and some vibration sounds from that cottage-veranda.

What's the matter, I said.. But then she answered - Oh, forget it, the plank flexed but it's alright now. I was warm and cold at the same time, and I was glad I weared sunglasses....

Later that night, I was "massaged" ( trampled ) by my wife, and we maked love after that. An earthquake happening for both of us..

In the summer night, after my wife felt asleep, I visited the veranda and the doorstep. When I lifted up the plank, I saw the mouse, or more correctly, the rest of the mouse. Only the skin was there, like the mouse was driven over by a car ! The mouse had exploded under my wife's heavy weight ! Some of the inner parts had flyed through the air, and hitted the wall behind, under the carpet. The rest of the mouse layed on the floor, hidden under the carpet.

What a chrush. I will never forget this, ( or that cleaning later )

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