Terry takes Alice's smalls off the line.
Just a short story to create a giggle or two.
The rain was coming on and I ran out on my zimmer to get my clothes in. I was putting the peg basket away when I noticed that Alice the widow woman next door to me had some out too, so I went across and took hers off the line too. She came out with her washing basket just as I was finished.
'Thank you Terry. You are so good to me.'
'There you are love, when was the last time a guy handled your knickers?'
'You know, Terry! I forget! Not since my Bert was alive, that's for sure. Give you a thrill, did it?'
'Get away with you, you would slap my face if I told you the truth!'
'Don't tell me you fancy an old bat like me?'
'What if I said, yes! You still have a nice ass and a marvellous pair of legs on you.'
'That's a blooming laugh! I have had that many operations, Darling, they maybe have sewn it up!'
'I could always check it out for you, Love.'
'All you want is one of them dirty white macks, because you are getting to be a dirty old man, Terry flipping what's-your-name!'
'You know you love me, really.'
'I know one thing. From now on I'm going to wash me knickers everyday and pray for rain!' She laughed and turned to go into her house. The rain got heavier so I put my zimmer into second gear and zoomed back into my own place.
Later, I sat by my fire and thought back to my Jenny. Been dead five years, now she has. God bless her soul. She was a virgin when I married her. Broke her in on the first night of our honeymoon at Great Yarmouth. The Landlady gave us fits, she did. Jenny was a screamer, every time I made her cum, she would yell out like one of them there banshee things. She was a squirter too. Had to fork out more money to the Landlady to keep us in clean sheets. The Landlady was mortified!
Jen liked reading sexy books and magazines. If it had sex in it, Jen would read it. I didn't grumble about it, because of her reading and her wanting to try out all the things she read about, well, I had great fun, didn't I? Guess we taught ourselves the Kama Sutra, what ever you call it? I don't know. Knowing Jen she could have wrote a better book than that one, in the Queen's English too. I reckon me and my Jen put the word porn into pornography, no kidding, we must have done, you know? Over the years, we did!
Then there was the day when we were up the Flea Market, she lamps this book and barters with the guy for it. She got it for 50 pence. It was full of the dirtiest pictures I had ever seen! Guys fucking women up their asses and guys fucking other guys up you know where. Cock sucking galore being done by guys and gals and guys with other guys. It was wicked!