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 were 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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