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

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

"Yes,"I agreed.

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

"Yes, hot,"I agreed.

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

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

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

"No breeze,"I agreed.

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

"fountainhead take your knickers off and let the air circulate around your puss,"I suggested.

"What did you say ?"she asked.

"I said sour your hearing aid on,"I replied.

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

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

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

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

"My of late married man tried to drop 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 dependable 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 heart attack."

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

"Clogged arteries, too a great deal fatty food,"she said,"He loved fat food."

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

"Big fat pot belly, he was so fat that on Sabbatum Night after friction match 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 girdle and suspenders, or was it Herr Flick, I never knew."

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

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

"Too much info,"I explained.

"Well you told me to cast off my knickerbockers 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 help much anyway,"she said,"Even if I did I'd still be too hot."

"Yes, but if you put your drawers on your promontory it would hold the sun off,"I suggested.

"Why this fascination with my knickers ?"she asked.

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

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

"Er, no."I replied.

"Oh, there's no need to be ill-mannered,"she replied,"I may be getting on a bit but I still know how to give a man a good time."

"Shutting up for five instant would be a full start,"I suggested.

"Eric my husband used to say that,"she said,"Mildred, that's me Mildred, he said, ‘ for Shangri-la sake shut up and suck up my willy.'he always called his peter his willy, like a baby, never his tool or penis or anything manly, always his willy."

"That is truly fascinating,"I said.

"Horrible man,"she said,"He had heights cholesterol so I always made certain he had a fried breakfast,"

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

"Cause I was significant of course, and he had a job in sup savings bank,"she sighed,"Of path it wasn't his, well probably not, I was seeing Tom Bradby and microphone Grimshaw, and Mike's Dad, Alan from the corner shop, he slipped me twenty quid 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 pledge, and I mean I must let been very salute to let him do me, and we did it in the back of his dad's Hillman Minx and I left me knickers in the mitt box and his mum found them."

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

"All the son wanted to kiss me then, I was quite a catch,"she said,"Not like now, back then they fought over me, bare brass knuckles in the Red Lion car park, Tom Ray Douglas Bradbury and Phil Count Rumford, Phil knocked Tom's tooth out and got himself arrested and Tom went plate and Mike Grimshaw took me plate in his Mini Van and we stopped in Handley woods."

"Really ?"In sighed.

"There's no room in a mini van, he had his builders pecker 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 brightness in, you couldn't do it now anyway they lock the outside room access 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 physique and me husband saw me as Elsie's mum and stopped bothering me and started screwing that Gladys from the post office."she continued,"I bloody hated her, Gladys not our Elsie, though I didn't envy her having my Eric pawing her, but she was all dolled up when I was all mumsy."

"Yes must consume been hard."I agreed.

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

"Whoosh, great,"I agreed.

"He was too aegir, he used to shoot his hooey up my belly half the clip because we couldn't get it in me straightaway enough."she sighed.,"Do you have that problem."

"Er no,"I replied.

"That's right, null 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 stave and raised herself up and pulled her pantyhose and knickers down but only as far as her annulus so no one could see, and then she kicked her place off and pulled them right down and put her horseshoe back on.

She stuffed the bloomers and hose in her shopping bag,"That's better,"she said,"I only live round down the corner, do you want to come back to my station ?"

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

"They run on the hour, how's about it ?"she said.

"Ok, might as well,"I replied.

"Its sixty British pound for a half 60 minutes or a hundred for the 60 minutes, all nighttime is two fifty dollar bill and I throw in a fry breakfast."she said,"No exposure or bondage."

"Er, maybe succeeding week,"I suggested.

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

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

"twenty dollar bill five Syrian pound and I'll cook you tea,"she offered.

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

"No, I'll pay you."she said,"I only have thirty pounds till side by side Pension day."

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

It was good, better than good, as you can see on PornoTube because the bitch had hidden photographic camera everywhere in her red cent unconditional and the all thing was filmed and edited and sold as pay pornography on the gold section,"Sixty year old hot trollop with young guy."

Hot trollop. Very funny.,

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