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Mrs Oldham on the slow train to the castle held your hand between her thigh and yours beneath her coat although it was summer and the day was hot in case some one saw her and told her husband hey I saw your old lady with some young guy holding hands but no one did and as you walked around the castle later listening to the guide looking at pictures and furniture and suits of armour you couldn’t get out of your mind the picture of her taking you home while her husband was working and her dog barking and her saying shut up Napoleon he’s here as a guest and taking your jacket and sitting you down on the sofa and offering you drinks and talking of babies and how her husband didn’t want them and all he wanted was the *** side and the ***** and cigarettes and you sat there thinking of how tight together her **** were under her pink top and wondering how she made love and if she enjoyed it as she brought you coffee and sat beside you her hand on your thigh rubbing it upward and downward all the while talking some music playing some crooner called Como or some such guy and her lips on your neck ******* and kissing you wondering what her husband was doing and what he was missing.
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
MRS OLDHAM ON THE SLOW TRAIN AND BEFORE.
Mrs Oldham on the slow train to the castle held your hand between her thigh and yours beneath her coat although it was summer and the day was hot in case some one saw her and told her husband hey I saw your old lady with some young guy holding hands but no one did and as you walked around the castle later listening to the guide looking at pictures and furniture and suits of armour you couldn’t get out of your mind the picture of her taking you home while her husband was working and her dog barking and her saying shut up Napoleon he’s here as a guest and taking your jacket and sitting you down on the sofa and offering you drinks and talking of babies and how her husband didn’t want them and all he wanted was the *** side and the ***** and cigarettes and you sat there thinking of how tight together her **** were under her pink top and wondering how she made love and if she enjoyed it as she brought you coffee and sat beside you her hand on your thigh rubbing it upward and downward all the while talking some music playing some crooner called Como or some such guy and her lips on your neck ******* and kissing you wondering what her husband was doing and what he was missing.
terry-collett
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English
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
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