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 senior cleaning lady said as I sat on the opposite end of the workbench to her.

"Yes,"I agreed.

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

"Yes, hot,"I agreed.

"We used to go 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 duck soup,"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 turn your hearing aid on,"I replied.

"You said strike your knee breeches 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 natural spring and cool you down."I suggested.

"My late husband tried to make me in the Trevvy fount in Italy,"she said.

"Really ?"I said disinterestedly.

"He hurt his back."she said.

"Really ?"I sighed

"Yes,"she replied,"Pulled a muscle, he was a pin-up man, lovely muscles when we were married, he liked my cooking, that's why he married me, I made sure he had a honest 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 round your house."

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

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

"Big fat pot belly, he was so fat that on Saturday Nox after 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 corset and suspenders, or was it Herr film, I never knew."

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

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

"Too a good deal information,"I explained.

"Well you told me to drop my knee breeches 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 breeches on your head it would keep the sun off,"I suggested.

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

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

"Do you want to have it away me ? `` she asked.

"Er, no."I replied.

"Oh, there's no need to be rude,"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 minutes would be a respectable starting line,"I suggested.

"Eric my hubby used to say that,"she said,"Mildred, that's me Mildred, he said, ‘ for heavens sake shut up and suck my willy.'he always called his pecker his willy, like a tyke, never his stopcock or penis or anything manly, always his willy."

"That is truly fascinating,"I said.

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

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

"Cause I was pregnant of grade, and he had a job in Swallow banking company,"she sighed,"Of course 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 pound sterling when I let him do me, that was a lot of money at the metre, anyway me husband did me once when I got very drunk, and I mean I must deliver been very inebriate 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 glove box and his mum found them."

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

"All the boys wanted to snog me then, I was quite a catch,"she said,"Not like now, back then they fought over me, unfinished knuckle in the Red Panthera leo car Park, Tom Bradbury and Phil Thompson, Phil knocked Tom's tooth out and got himself arrested and Tom went house and Mike Grimshaw took me home in his miniskirt Van and we stopped in Handley woods."

"Really ?"In sighed.

"There's no way in a Mini van, he had his detergent builder tools in the back,"she explained.

"No I suppose not,"I agreed.

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

"Fascinating,"I agreed.

"It all changed when our Elsie was born, she sucked me tits out of bod 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 invidia her having my Eric pawing her, but she was all dolled up when I was all mumsy."

"Yes must have been hard."I agreed.

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

"swoosh, expectant,"I agreed.

"He was too eager, he used to sprout his stuff up my belly half the clip because we couldn't get it in me quick enough."she sighed.,"Do you give birth that problem."

"Er no,"I replied.

"That's thoroughly, zilch regretful 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 second,"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 round and raised herself up and pulled her pantyhose and knickers down but only as far as her dame so no one could see, and then she kicked her shoes off and pulled them right down and put her place back on.

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

"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 LX lbf. for a half hour or a hundred for the hr, all nighttime is two fifty and I throw in a fried breakfast."she said,"No photo or bondage."

"Er, maybe next week,"I suggested.

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

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

"20 five Egyptian pound and I'll Captain Cook you tea,"she offered.

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

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

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

It was adept, ripe than trade good, as you can see on PornoTube because the beef had hidden photographic camera everywhere in her damn flat and the unharmed thing was filmed and edited and sold as pay porno on the Au plane section,"LX year old hot slut with Whitney Young guy."

Hot slut. Very funny.,

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