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I walk with Milka from the farmhouse to the fence where we stop and look across a field you were sitting cosy with my mum while I was upstairs having a bath Milka says well I did ask your mum if I could go share your bath with you but she wasn't keen on the idea I say so sat downstairs and she entertained me entertained you Benny? you make her sound like a brothel keeper Milka says frowning I can't see your mum as a brothel keeper I say how would you know what a brothel keeper looks like unless there is something you've not told me? Milka says I've seen it in films I say seen what it films? she says brothels and thingys I say I think you fancy my mum more than you do me Milka says what do you mean fancy? I was only having a drink of tea and a few biscuits with her and talking with her I say that's how it starts next she'll be steering you towards the bedroom while I'm bathing Milka says you're jealous of your own mother I say jealous of her? she's just a middle-age frump who happens to be my mother Milka says her tone icy just being nice to me while I waited for you to come down after your bath I say too nice I saw the way she looked at you while you weren't looking and tea and biscuits that's more than Dad gets when he comes in from the farm Milka says she stares towards the farmhouse pouting her lips I say nothing more for a while and try and think of her mother and if she did look at me while I wasn't looking but I wouldn't know if I wasn't looking but she did have a nice motherly sort of ******* and as she walked her behind had   a smooth way of moving it's all in your head I say to Milka I am as innocent as a lamb Milka turns towards me well be careful she doesn't cover you in sauce and eat you then Milka says looking at me sadly baa-baa I say she gives a laugh and I wish I could have shared her bath.
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
SHARE HER BATH 1964.
I walk with Milka from the farmhouse to the fence where we stop and look across a field you were sitting cosy with my mum while I was upstairs having a bath Milka says well I did ask your mum if I could go share your bath with you but she wasn't keen on the idea I say so sat downstairs and she entertained me entertained you Benny? you make her sound like a brothel keeper Milka says frowning I can't see your mum as a brothel keeper I say how would you know what a brothel keeper looks like unless there is something you've not told me? Milka says I've seen it in films I say seen what it films? she says brothels and thingys I say I think you fancy my mum more than you do me Milka says what do you mean fancy? I was only having a drink of tea and a few biscuits with her and talking with her I say that's how it starts next she'll be steering you towards the bedroom while I'm bathing Milka says you're jealous of your own mother I say jealous of her? she's just a middle-age frump who happens to be my mother Milka says her tone icy just being nice to me while I waited for you to come down after your bath I say too nice I saw the way she looked at you while you weren't looking and tea and biscuits that's more than Dad gets when he comes in from the farm Milka says she stares towards the farmhouse pouting her lips I say nothing more for a while and try and think of her mother and if she did look at me while I wasn't looking but I wouldn't know if I wasn't looking but she did have a nice motherly sort of ******* and as she walked her behind had   a smooth way of moving it's all in your head I say to Milka I am as innocent as a lamb Milka turns towards me well be careful she doesn't cover you in sauce and eat you then Milka says looking at me sadly baa-baa I say she gives a laugh and I wish I could have shared her bath.
A GIRL AND BOY AND A MOTHER IN 1964
#girl#boy#mother#jealousy#1964
TerryCollett
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
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