Mornington-By-Mere
is a small country village lying in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the
Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
It is a
quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a
Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a
Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.
But this
Christmas tale is set in the Manor House over Christmas 1962, when the house was
full of the St George clan and their peripheral family and the Molesworth’s
fell into the latter group.
Twenty-six-year-old Tristan Molesworth was the family throwback being 6ft 4 with flaming red hair, this was to be
his last Christmas at the manor and indeed his last in the UK as he was
emigrating to New Zealand in the following spring to run the farm he had inherited
from his great uncle.
On his
sixth day at the house, Boxing Day, he was not, as was his habit, up early but
he did have an early riser.
He had been
dreaming about the series of sexual encounters with the cute housemaid.
He lay there under the covers for an indeterminate time drifting in
and out of sleep with his mind full of little erotic dreams.
He dreamt he could feel fingers stroking his shaft and tugging and teasing
it to full erection, it felt so real, and his cock was so hard, then he dreamt that
he felt, no not dreamt, he actually felt the tell-tale heat of velvet juices
immersing his member like warm honey and when he opened his eyes he saw his
cute housemaid, Amy Galasso, smiling lustfully and moaning audibly with
pleasure.
“I’m sorry about that” she panted after he had exploded inside her “I
wanted to do it with you one more time”
“So why the urgency?”
“The curse” she replied as she climbed off him
“The, what?”
“My period will start today or maybe tomorrow” she said as she began
to redress
“And you’re leaving the day after tomorrow, so today it was my last
chance to…... have you”
“But my plans have changed,” he explained “I’m staying into the New
Year”
“Really?” she asked
“Yes, really” he replied and, wearing only one stocking and her suspender
belt, she crawled back into bed and hugged and kissed him.
“When my visitor has gone, I’m going to wake you up like that every
morning”
She said as she slowly pulled up her drawers over her thatch
“I can’t wait for that” he said as he watched her put her titties away
“Can you sneak into here tonight?” he asked
“Yes of course, but you’re forgetting the curse” she replied
“I don’t care about that” he said “we can still kiss and cuddle”
“All night?” she asked
“All night” he replied
“I’d really like that” she said and jumped on the bed again.
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