On his journey home from Church, Brian Gaunt found it quite remarkable just how many women of the village were wandering the streets and lanes of Dulcet St Mary long after the service had ended despite the inclement weather.
But for 50 year old Brian, these ladies of mixed ages and physical dimensions all dressed in their Sunday best were soon undressed in his head by varying degrees in his lurid imaginings cavorting in a synchronised display of exotic dancing to a camp version of singing in the rain.
But as he passed the ladies, every one of them smiled pleasantly at him and he thought to himself as he returned their smiles
“You would not be smiling politely at me if you could see inside my head”
None of these ladies had had the pleasure of his services nor he the pleasure of theirs so the images of their nakedness was all conjured up in his mind, but then he does have a very fertile and vivid imagination.
There were also other pornographic pictures in his head of the women that he had made love to in his life as well as some of the ones he would still like to do.
When he reached his house he opened the front door and went straight through to his study where he found his widowed next door neighbour, Gillian Townsend-McGlade, lying naked on his couch.
“Hello Darling” she said “Good service?”
“Yes very” he replied
“Good” she said “now I want one”
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