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

"It's hot,"an older woman said as I sat on the opposite end of the judiciary to her.

"Yes,"I agreed.

"Too hot, I don't like it so hot, Eric my lately hubby 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 air, its too hot,"she said.

"wellspring convey your breeches off and let the air circulate around your slit,"I suggested.

"What did you say ?"she asked.

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

"You said hold your knickers 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 fountain and cool you down."I suggested.

"My previous hubby tried to make me in the Trevvy Fountain 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 cover girl man, lovely muscles when we were married, he liked my cookery, that's why he married me, I made sure he had a safe tea every day so he didn't go chasing early women.and he grew a great big pot belly by the clip he had his heart attack."

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

"Clogged artery, too much roly-poly food,"she said,"He loved fatty food."

"I'm sorry, do I need to hump 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 stays and suspenders, or was it Herr film, I never knew."

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

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

"Too much info,"I explained.

"Well you told me to send packing 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 drawers on your read/write head it would keep 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 appease cool. ”.

"Do you want to roll in the hay 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 bang how to give a man a good time."

"Shutting up for five second would be a unspoilt start,"I suggested.

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

"That is truly enthralling,"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.

"suit I was meaning of course, and he had a job in Swallow camber,"she sighed,"Of course it wasn't his, well probably not, I was seeing Tom Bradby and Mike Grimshaw, and microphone's Dad, Alan from the corner shop, he slipped me twenty British pound sterling 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 have been very drunk to let him do me, and we did it in the vertebral column of his dad's Hillman Minx and I left me bloomers in the baseball glove box and his mum found them."

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

"All the boys wanted to buss me then, I was quite a catch,"she said,"Not like now, back then they fought over me, bare knuckles in the Red Panthera leo car green, Tom Bradbury and Phil Homer A. Thompson, Phil knocked Tom's tooth out and got himself arrested and Tom went habitation and Mike Grimshaw took me household 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 tool 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 service porch, that was before they put the security system light in, you couldn't do it now anyway they lock the remote 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 chassis 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 take been hard."I agreed.

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

"Whoosh, majuscule,"I agreed.

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

"Er no,"I replied.

"That's ripe, zero unfit 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 instant,"You know. hot and sweaty."

"Really ?"I agreed,"Like your puss 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 brake shoe 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 polish the corner, do you want to total back to my plaza ?"

"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 hour or a hundred for the minute, all night is two fifty and I throw in a fried breakfast."she said,"No photographs or bondage."

"Er, maybe following calendar 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."

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

"I don't have a save twenty five Ezra Pound and even if I did,"I explained.

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

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

It was unspoilt, adept than good, as you can see on PornoTube because the bitch had hidden tv camera everywhere in her damn flat and the whole thing was filmed and edited and sold as pay erotica on the atomic number 79 section,"Sixty year old hot slut with vernal guy."

Hot strumpet. Very funny.,

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