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

"It's hot,"an honest-to-god woman said as I sat on the opponent end of the workbench to her.

"Yes,"I agreed.

"Too hot, I don't like it so hot, Eric my previous husband wanted to live 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 cool sea breeze."

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

"No breeze,"I agreed.

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

"well rent 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 consider your knee pants 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.

"William Tell you what why don't I chuck you in the natural spring and aplomb you down."I suggested.

"My late husband tried to throw me in the Trevvy natural spring 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 lovely man, lovely muscles when we were married, he liked my cooking, that's why he married me, I made sure he had a good tea every day so he didn't go chasing other women.and he grew a great big pot belly by the clock time he had his meat attack."

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

"Clogged artery, too much fatty nutrient,"she said,"He loved fatty food."

"I'm sorry, do I need to bonk 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 wish that Helga on ‘ Allo ‘ Allo, when she wore a corset and suspender, or was it Herr flick, I never knew."

"Do I really need to have it off this ?"I asked.

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

"Too very much information,"I explained.

"Well 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 help much anyway,"she said,"Even if I did I'd still be too hot."

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

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

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

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

"Er, no."I replied.

"Oh, there's no want to be lowbred,"she replied,"I may be getting on a bit but I still cognise how to contribute a man a undecomposed time."

"Shutting up for five min would be a good start,"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 cock his willy, like a fry, never his cock or penis or anything manly, always his willy."

"That is truly fascinating,"I said.

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

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

"Cause I was meaning of course, and he had a job in Swallow bank building,"she sighed,"Of course it wasn't his, well probably not, I was seeing Tom Bradby and microphone Grimshaw, and microphone's Dad, Alan from the recession shop, he slipped me twenty pound when I let him do me, that was a lot of money at the clock time, anyway me husband did me once when I got very drunk, and I mean I must possess been very tope to let him do me, and we did it in the backbone of his dad's Hillman Minx and I left me knee pants in the glove box and his mum found them."

"You could write a book of account 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 knuckles in the Red Leo the Lion car parking area, Tom Bradbury and Phil Homer Armstrong Thompson, Phil knocked Tom's tooth out and got himself arrested and Tom went home plate and mike Grimshaw took me home in his Mini Van and we stopped in Handley woods."

"Really ?"In sighed.

"There's no room in a miniskirt van, he had his constructor puppet in the dorsum,"she explained.

"No I suppose not,"I agreed.

"And it was raining,"she said,"So we ended up fucking in the Christian church porch, that was before they put the security system light in, you couldn't do it now anyway they lock the outside door at six in summer and when it gets nighttime 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 receive been hard."I agreed.

"Only if I sucked it first, he was a proper bugger to get going, not like Phil, vellicate his clump 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 shoot his stuff up my belly half the metre because we couldn't get it in me promptly enough."she sighed.,"Do you have that problem."

"Er no,"I replied.

"That's trade good, nothing spoilt 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 import,"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 skirt so no one could see, and then she kicked her horseshoe off and pulled them right down and put her shoes back on.

She stuffed the knickers and hose in her shopping bag,"That's better,"she said,"I only live polish up the niche, do you want to follow back to my home ?"

"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 one-half hour or a hundred for the hr, all night is two L and I throw in a fried breakfast."she said,"No photographs or bondage."

"Er, maybe adjacent week,"I suggested.

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

"Sorry,"I said,"Nice to come across you."

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

"I don't have a excess XX 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.

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