I sat down on the Park Bench, the sun beat down, it was too hot. England August 2022. Far Far Far too hot.

"It's hot,"an onetime woman said as I sat on the diametrical end of the bench to her.

"Yes,"I agreed.

"Too hot, I don't like it so hot, Eric my late husband wanted to live on in Spain but I said it was too hot,"she informed me.

"Yes, hot,"I agreed.

"We used to live in Blackpool but it was too hot,"she said,"I don't like it too hot."

"Yes its hot,"I agreed,"With a assuredness sea breeze."

"Not like here where its just hot,"she said.

"No breeze,"I agreed.

"It needs a breeze, its too hot,"she said.

"Well take your knee pants off and let the air circulate around your cunt,"I suggested.

"What did you say ?"she asked.

"I said move around your hearing aid on,"I replied.

"You said take your knickers off and let the air circulate around your bitch,"she replied.

"So why ask if you heard me ?"I demanded.

"I couldn't believe what I heard,"she replied.

"William Tell you what why don't I chuck you in the fountain and cool you down."I suggested.

"My recently married man tried to shed me in the Trevvy Fountain in Italian Republic,"she said.

"Really ?"I said disinterestedly.

"He hurt his back."she said.

"Really ?"I sighed

"Yes,"she replied,"Pulled a muscle, he was a lovely man, lovely muscles when we were married, he liked my cooking, that's why he married me, I made sure he had a dear tea every day so he didn't go chasing other women.and he grew a great big pot belly by the time he had his center attack."

"Really ?"I sighed,"I'll make sure I don't have tea round your house."

"Clogged arteries, too a lot fatty food,"she said,"He loved fatty food."

"I'm sorry, do I need to know this ?"I asked.

"Big fat pot belly, he was so fat that on Saturday nights after mate of the Day I had to kneel down so he could get it in me from behind,"she said,"When he could get it up at all, which wasn't often, he used to like that Helga on ‘ Allo ‘ Allo, when she wore a stays and brace, or was it Herr motion-picture show, I never knew."

"Do I really need to know this ?"I asked.

"He used to bet out of the window when we were doing it,"she continued"Oh look there's the routine 87 bus, ‘ he would say, It was his idea of a put-on, but I closed my eyes and imagined it was Tommy Granby, Mrs Arkwrights nurseryman that was fucking me."

"Too practically information,"I explained.

"fountainhead you told me to drop my knickers and I didn't ask you to ask me did I ?"she replied.

"No, I suppose not,"I sighed.

"I don't think it would avail much anyway,"she said,"Even if I did I'd still be too hot."

"Yes, but if you put your pants on your brain it would keep the sun off,"I suggested.

"Why this enchantment with my knee pants ?"she asked.

"I'm not,"I explained."Just a helpful suggestion on how you can abide cool. ”.

"Do you want to fuck me ? `` she asked.

"Er, no."I replied.

"Oh, there's no need to be bounderish,"she replied,"I may be getting on a bit but I still know how to make a man a in effect time."

"Shutting up for five minutes would be a undecomposed start,"I suggested.

"Eric my husband used to say that,"she said,"Mildred, that's me Mildred, he said, ‘ for Heaven sake shut up and suck my willy.'he always called his cock his willy, like a nipper, never his cock or penis or anything manly, always his willy."

"That is truly gripping,"I said.

"Horrible man,"she said,"He had high cholesterin so I always made sure he had a fried breakfast,"

"So why did you marry him ?"I asked.

"effort I was pregnant of line, and he had a job in sup bank,"she sighed,"Of row it wasn't his, well probably not, I was seeing Tom Bradby and microphone Grimshaw, and mike's Dad, Alan from the recession shop, he slipped me twenty chaw when I let him do me, that was a lot of money at the time, anyway me husband did me once when I got very drunk, and I mean I must own been very imbibe to let him do me, and we did it in the back of his dad's Hillman vamper and I left me bloomers in the glove box and his mum found them."

"You could write a book about it,"I sighed sarcastically.

"All the boys wanted to kiss me then, I was quite a catch,"she said,"Not like now, back then they fought over me, bare knuckle joint in the Red Lion car park, Tom Bradbury and Phil Homer Armstrong Thompson, Phil knocked Tom's tooth out and got himself arrested and Tom went nursing home and Mike Grimshaw took me abode in his miniskirt Van and we stopped in Handley woods."

"Really ?"In sighed.

"There's no room in a miniskirt van, he had his builders tools in the back,"she explained.

"No I suppose not,"I agreed.

"And it was raining,"she said,"So we ended up fucking in the church porch, that was before they put the security lighter in, you couldn't do it now anyway they lock the alfresco door at six in summer and when it gets dark in winter.

"Fascinating,"I agreed.

"It all changed when our Elsie was born, she sucked me tits out of Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe and me husband saw me as Elsie's mum and stopped bothering me and started screwing that Gladys from the military post office."she continued,"I bloody hated her, Gladys not our Elsie, though I didn't enviousness her having my Eric pawing her, but she was all dolled up when I was all mumsy."

"Yes must suffer been hard."I agreed.

"Only if I sucked it first, he was a right sodomist to get going, not like Phil, tickle his ball and it shot up like a bike pump when there's already air in the tyre."she reminisced.

"swoosh, great,"I agreed.

"He was too eager, he used to charge his poppycock up my belly half the time because we couldn't get it in me prompt enough."she sighed.,"Do you hold that problem."

"Er no,"I replied.

"That's good, nothing worse than getting all hot and its all over like a flash."she said.

"I thought you didn't like being hot,"I pointed out.

"Not hot hot, no not hot hot when its hot but hot when its hot and steamy and,"she thought a moment,"You know. hot and sweaty."

"Really ?"I agreed,"Like your cunt now you have turned yourself on ?"

"Yes, I think I have,"she said,"Is anyone coming ?"she looked troll and raised herself up and pulled her pantyhose and knickers down but only as far as her chick so no one could see, and then she kicked her shoes off and pulled them right down and put her horseshoe back on.

She stuffed the knickers and hose in her shopping bag,"That's better,"she said,"I only live snipe the corner, do you desire to come up back to my station ?"

"I'll miss my bus,"I replied.

"They run on the time of day, how's about it ?"she said.

"Ok, might as well,"I replied.

"Its 60 pounds for a half hour or a hundred for the hour, all night is two 50 and I throw in a fried breakfast."she said,"No exposure or bondage."

"Er, maybe succeeding week,"I suggested.

"How about a discount ? Twenty five ? or a freebie ?"she called as I stood to leave.

"Sorry,"I said,"Nice to satisfy you."

"Twenty five pounds and I'll James Cook you tea,"she offered.

"I don't have a spare twenty five Syrian pound and even if I did,"I explained.

"No, I'll pay you."she said,"I only have thirty Sudanese pound till next Pension day."

"Sure, tea would be lovely,"I agreed.

It was near, considerably than practiced, as you can see on PornoTube because the squawk had hidden camera everywhere in her tinker's dam directly and the whole thing was filmed and edited and sold as pay pornography on the gold section,"60 year old hot slut with Young guy."

Hot fornicatress. Very funny.,

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