Note
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This is a continuation of Aunt Isobel and After Isobel. To stop confusion it is advisable to read these two stories first.
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I couldn't believe all the ladies on this list of Roberts would perform the way he had explained. I thought he said they were all mature yet there were two ladies I wouldn't class as mature, two were in their late twenties early thirties and both married to elderly wealthy influential men. Also at the other end was a very old lady I had seen only this morning in my shop, who I thought would be well past engaging in sexual activities.
There were fifteen names on his list, how do I start. Random, or from the top, or the bottom. What do I do knock at the door and say,'How about a fuck, you're on the list the reverent gave me. He asked me to take care of you?' No, there had to be a better way. Then I realised that these ladies all play cards at the Whist or Bridge evenings in the village hall every Tuesday evenings. Mary wanted me to go out, this was just what I wanted. The signs I read says admission for members only, how does one become a member, if you have to be one before one gets in. Who would know - Doris.
I rang Doris and she was very helpful and excited when I said I was wanting to join.
"Go and see Tegan Morrison, she is Secretary and Treasurer and holds the membership forms."
"What is it a secret society or something that I have to go through all this procedure?"
"No, just fill in the form and pay the fee. It goes towards the week-end outing we have twice a year. We have to put a deposit down, that is where the money goes."
"I'll go up and see her and fill in the form Doris."
I think she had company for I heard a few voices talking in the background as she replaced the receiver.
Tegan was the old lady on Roberts list, so I was going to get to meet at least one on his list, I thought, as I travelled up to her home in my car.
At this time of the year, the sun didn't set until well after nine. When I got there Tegan was working in her garden and all I saw was her large back-side sticking up in the air. Then a gust of wind caught her dress and blew it over her head, revealing for all the world to see, her cream coloured scanty clad posterior with her very pronounced labial lips of her vulva tightly encased in the material. She automatically stood and pushed her dress down, but turned and saw me standing in the pathway which led to her front door.
"Did I give you a good show Duncan?" she said with a smile on her face.
Why should I deny it. "You certainly did Tegan, pity I wasn't a bit closer though."
"What would you have done then. No, I shouldn't ask, I may have got the right answer. What can I do for you anyway?"
"I came up to join the Whist and Bridge Club, I believe you have the forms."
"Lovely, you want to join, it will make our numbers up again now the minister has left us."
"It was he, who advised me to join, Tegan," I emphasised her name to let her know he had mentioned her.
"That's indeed interesting," she said as she moved to the path and turned towards her front door. I just followed her without being asked.
Tegan was a very sprightly lady well past retiring age. Usually very well turned out in what I consider the mature ladies outfit, a loose floral dress usually with half sleeves, open necked, but showing no cleavage, rather loose but balloonous and falls to just below the knee, usually made of a silky material and gathered in at the waist. Her hair was grey and obviously permed, she wore light make up and lots of perfume. Today she was in a cotton dress, again loose and half buttoned to the waist, showing ample cleavage. Weight about 50 KG and between 5 feet three and four inches tall, medium body fat, not fat or thin, just the way I like to see a woman and of course wide hips which I had already seen. I watched the cheeks of her arse sway from side to side as I followed her into the house.
"Please, take a seat I shan't be minutes," she said indicating her lounge, as she went upstairs. I heard her shower running and twenty minutes later she walked in all dressed and smelling nice as she usually did.
"Would you like a drink?"
"Only if you will have one with me."
"I don't usually have a drink, maybe a little port, but I haven't any at present. Please pour yourself one and you pour me something that isn't too strong, then I will join you. The bottles are in the cabinet."
I opened the doors and she had every conceivable drink there. I saw my Drambuie so I poured a nice measure for myself. Now what can I pour for her I thought. There was a vodka bottle three-quarters full so I tipped a good measure in a glass and topped the glass up with Fanta, then carried it over to her.
"I see you have taken a Drambuie, isn't that very strong?"