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I staggered home from the darts club through the rain-soaked street and passed a bag lady as she pushed her trolley load of stuff who asked me if I could spare a fag.
"I don't smoke love but I can do you something better, I have got a load of freshly washed shirts and some trousers I washed yesterday and they need ironing. I've washed it and tumble-dried it and if you come and iron it I will feed you, get you dry and if you want I could wash and dry your dress and I would be very grateful. Because I have not yet managed to iron a shirt that ai could wear as smart afterwards; It costs a fortune to get a commercial ironing service and takes three or four days from pick up to delivery"
She was somewhere between 50 and 60, unkempt, plump, with grey hair, and big but sagging tits. She was also dirty and I had had too much to drink, but if you don't try you never win and I needed a clean and pressed shirt. All I wanted her to do was iron my laundry.
I was thinking of giving her £40 for her help and as a charitable gesture.
"Did you say you would feed me?"
"Yes, I did. What's your name and would eggs and bacon be OK and a mug of tea?"
"Mr That would be lovely, you are so kind and I'm Lydia."
"Come on then down this street. put your trolley in that shed door, it's for the bins but there's room enough. Come in and get your wet clothes off. I'll get you a bathrobe to wear while your clothes get washed and dried."
I found a 'robe and returned but she was already naked and looking at herself in the hallway mirror. She didn't turn a hair, instead, she said that her tits could use a stronger 'bra but she couldn't afford one, but why should she bother, she was too old for anyone to go rummaging around her body."
"You don't know that you only think it because you don't look all that appealing but without your clothes and a little body care you could make a man interested."
"Are trying it on?"
"No Lydia I am talking to you as a friend in need of his ironing being done but you brought the subject of your body up, not me. You are a woman and I'm a man with all his equipment still working so I do have feelings and thoughts about women and their charms. Yours need a little attention and you know that, Give me your stuff and I'll set the washer going."
I got the iron and board set up in the lounge and she did a decent job on my shirts but although she had the 'robe on, she hadn't bothered to close it and I began to feel aroused at the sight of those swinging breasts and her hairy vulva.
My wife had been dead for just over two years and suddenly I was feeling like I used to when she did the ironing wearing just her knickers knowing full well that she'd have to finish it the next day.
I stood behind Lydia and told her that it was dangerous to wear an open robe whilst using a hot steam iron.
I reached around to her breasts and held them for a moment then ran my thumbs over her nipples which had been slightly raised but were now proudly standing stalks. She switched the iron off as I removed the robe and led her into my bedroom. One of the advantages of bungalows is not having to invent a reason to go upstairs.
"Lydia, tell me now. do you want me to fuck you? I will not do anything if you say no, but as you can see, I do want to fuck you."
"I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be and you do know that but thank you for asking."
"I won't pretend to love you, Since you put it on the counter I just want to have your body for the night so go and get a shower while I undress and put some things together that I never expected to use again."
She went into the en-suite as I undressed and began hunting for the sex kit. We used to use it a lot so we'd always had a good supply of the stuff, I remembered that there were a few Viagra pills left and I would better make use of one for tonight because she wasn't going to be in a fit state to be walking anywhere tonight and anyway, it was lashing it down outside and the wind had risen so she wouldn't be keen on leaving.
She came into the bedroom and asked if I'd do something for her.
"Oh, Lydia. I fully hope to do that."
"Listen, I saw a Lady Shave in one of the drawers as I looked for a flannel. I guess it was your wife's and you wouldn't want to toss it but my bits down Eryaman Escort (http://cankayalar.com/ad-category/eryaman-escort/) there could use a trim and I bet you know how to do it."
Oh boy did I. I found the sheet and spread it on the bed and I had Lydia spread out before me a lot sooner than I'd expected. The hairy vulva became a bald mound of anticipation very quickly.
I used plenty of the recommended cream to make sure Lydia didn't become sore and then my task became very interesting because I was very adept at de-fuzzing pudenda therefore the labia and clitoral hood were soon rather moist and Lydia was beginning to wriggle and breathe erratically which increased rapidly when my tongue made its way into her major attraction.
It was difficult but I managed to carry on with the task I had undertaken so very soon Lydia had a smooth, creamed, pudendum and I was just using my tongue to ascertain that her sphincter was as hairless as I believed it to be.
I knew I hadn't needed to probe so deeply but she didn't seem to mind so I had fun for a few moments and from the noises I'd heard I believed that my actions would pay dividends later in the night.
Lydia lay on her back on the bed with me laying on my side alongside her getting familiar with all the likes and dislikes of the things I did to them and it was noticeable that there were no dislikes.
One of her hands had a tight hold of my erection, the condition of which was a relief to me and a cause of anticipation to both of us. She had the fingers of her other hand pressed against her clit and labia and I could feel her arousal increasing.
I eased my cock out of her grasp and straddled her with my head between her thighs which she had obligingly opened and applied my mouth to her wet inner lips and licked them until they parted to show me how pink and wet she was inside that tunnel.
I enjoyed her response of nibbling on the end of my dick but I had a better location in mind and after a slight shuffle and rearrangement of bodies and their associated limbs I speared her.
In one thrust, which caused her whole being to focus on one area of it, I filled her cunt up to her cervix.
"I told you earlier that I had no intention of pretending to make love to you and I meant it I want to fuck you for as long as you can take it, but although I do not wish to hurt you this will get rough so if anything I do hurts you then tell me, don't try to put up with it 'cos I will stop if I know."
The fucking began and my first fuck for over two years began with a bang as I rapidly hammered my lust-driven, Viagra fuelled, erection up and down her love tube as she clung to me and matched me thrust for thrust until she came and she was fucking noisy with it.
Several years ago I lost a cigar. It was a single-purchase cigar in its own tube. After a hunt, I found the cigar in a side table drawer in the lounge but the tube was nowhere around. I found the tube about a month later when rifling through my wife's bedside table drawer for some Vaseline as my little jar was empty and she said that she had some and please be quick.
I soon had the story because otherwise, she would not have the fuck she was waiting for and her sore vaginal entrance would go untreated.
I had not been aware that my wife of 40 years liked having something in her rear passage, something she had discovered before meeting me. Because I had never shown the slightest interest in Anal sex she had refrained from mentioning the fact. I blame myself because I believed that she was unaware of the pleasure that could be had with that activity.
She showed me why she had some Vaseline in her drawer and then inserted the treated tube into her back passage. It was there for about thirty seconds until I removed it and stuffed my erection in there before the gate closed and it stayed in there through two orgasms.
I rolled Lydia over, parted her arse cheeks and used my wonderful cigar tube smeared with Vaseline on her rear door until it opened then pushed the tube down her tube and after removing it I shoved my tube in there.
It is a lot fatter than my cigar tube and she let me know all about that but I just kept on fucking her bottom until she came again. I made her kneel with her thighs apart and gave her s bun to eat as I fucked her cunt Sincan Escort (http://cankayalar.com/ad-category/sincan-escort/) from behind.
I took the sex shop handcuffs and fasted her to the bedhead and then used bungee cord from her ankles to the bed legs at the bottom of the bed then stuck my dick back in her arse and had a fantastic time fucking it, then her cunt' and then her arse again.
I needed a loo break so I undid her and gave her a bottle to drink then I went to the loo. When I got back she'd drunk half my bottle of brandy so I took it off her and she started swearing at me so I gave her some Rum and she liked that so she lay still while I pushed a cushion under her arse and then put the bungee cords under her knees and tied her thighs back towards her head then tied 'em open by fastening them to different sides of the bedhead.
Now I could see right into her cunt so I got down and chewed her cunt lips then I fetched a banana and fucked her with it while she drank my Rum.
I gave her the banana to eat and then I got on her and pushed my cock into her soaking cunt and fucked her for a wonderful session of grunts, squeals and encouragement but I kept having to go to the loo so I gave her the rest of my brandy to stop her moaning.
I went back to fucking her arse but it wasn't comfortable when she was tied on her back so I undid her, turned her over and put 2 cushions under her gut and then mounted her arse and returned to pleasuring her the way she wanted. We were soaked in sweat, her sex juice and semen. It seemed to last for hours. I leaned forward so that I could get hold of her tits and we spent an hour pretending to be in a horse race.
My cock was empty and I was tired so I undid her, recovered her clothes from the dryer. put her dress on and stuffed her 'bra and knickers in her coat pocket. I put the £40 in an envelope and pinned it inside her dress, then I took her to her trolley and went to bed once I'd changed the sheets and started the washer again.
Two months later I was returning from my usual darts match night and although I do enjoy a bevvy I hadn't had more than two pints so I spotted Lydia as I neared my street even though she was without her trolly. It was a cold but dry evening and she looked warmly dressed and tidy. She also had a companion.
"Hello Lydia, my you look smart, much more attractive than our last meeting. Who's your companion?"
"This is Angela, my daughter, She's made me come and wait for you.
.I knew you were in the pub but I wouldn't go in there and I wasn't going to hang about outside."
"If you've been waiting for me then you want to talk to me so come and do it in comfort but is it because of what we did las..."
"No! there was nothing wrong about last time, It's the opposite."
I hung their coats up and saw Lydia smile when she saw me looking at her protruding bust line, the dress was a vast improvement to the previous rag and she had a hint of perfume about her,
I made coffee and managed to produce some biscuits then sat to hear what they wanted to say.
"Do you know that I don't know your name? I spent hours in that bedroom and I learned a lot about you but not your name."
"No problem Lydia, I don't think there was any occasion to know it. I'm Mike. Hello Angela, Why did you make your mum come to talk to me?"
"I wanted her to say thank you for what you did, I don't mean the fucking, I know she enjoyed that 'cos she still talks about a lot of things but especially about a cigar tube.
You changed her, she cried when she found the money in her dress. The next day she dragged me around town to find a charity shop that had clothes she could afford for both of us and in one we found some,
We are wearing them to come here for you to see because a week later she went to a swimming bath and managed to get under a shower and have a good scrub. She pinched someone's towel, got dried and legged it.
She still had some cash so now we have clean underwear and because I used to hang around a hair doing cleaning jobs when they were busy I picked up a bit about haircutting plus some shampoo and some scissors so I tidied her up and my mum is getting herself together. She hardly touches booze now, even if she has the chance to nick it.
.
I wanted her to say this Etlik Escort (http://cankayalar.com/ad-category/etlik-escort/) but while we were waiting she asked me to do it. I think I know what she wants to happen but she'll have to tell you that 'cos I have no idea how to start. It is your show now mum, I have trusted you with my life and always will."
"What happened that night caused me to think about what I was doing not only to me but to Angela and I felt very ashamed and I want it all to go away but although there are things I can never change and that night is something I will reminisce on until I die.
I have to do what I can for Angela and so far I've done a lousy job of it. I lost every job because of drink and we've finished up living in a disused allotment shed that will get bulldozed in a few weeks
I've guarded her against pimps and rapists and they tend to stay away from us now because of me but I can't do it forever and I've ruined her chances of getting a decent job, because of our lifestyle.
She's intelligent but clueless about men, sex and the dangers of both those subjects which is why I have been bending her ear about that night. She says she's a virgin and I believe her even though I know what goes on in some schools.
Mike, I want you to take Angela into your home as a housekeeper. I think you could teach her about modern household equipment that I know nothing about and she can free you from having to do all that and I'll show her how to iron, Its only men who can't cope with that,
You won't have to pay her, just feed her and give her a chance of having a decent future You've put me back on my feet, please give her a chance.
I began to think about my response a long time before she'd finished. I was ahead of her. It was how I began that I was having a problem with until I saw the look of love that Angela was beaming at her mum. The woman who had brought her to this.
"First, It is very late, I will not let you out on the streets at this hour so you stay here in my spare rooms and I will not take no for an answer.
Second. Would you like something to eat? You had eggs and bacon last time Lydia but I can ring the changes and give you bacon and eggs this time with tea, coffee, or hot chocolate.
We can discuss this in the morning or if it is pressuring you and you want to continue tonight then so be it but you must eat and I will enjoy some as well.
They wanted me to talk so I went with what I'd decided. I stood a good chance of blowing this but I am what I am, so I went in at the deep end.
"I like you Lydia, and despite what you think about yourself I think that you are a wonderful and resourceful woman and not afraid of taking life by the horns when you need to.
I Like what I know about you Angela, You are tough and resilient and not afraid of new challenges and as faithful as a dog to its master.
I am not an Angel, I am not a saint. I believe that I am a fair-minded man, but I am a man and I have frailties in my character, Lydia met one of them the last time we met. How old are you?"
"I'm nineteen."
"If I do what Lydia wants, would you allow me to have sex with you?"
There was no hesitation.
"Mum said you'd ask me that, she said you don't hide anything. Yes, I will, I want to. I think you are an honest man and I like you. What I have heard from you both tells me you wouldn't harm me and I will strive to keep your house in order."
"Lydia if Angela does come here what are your intentions?"
"I suppose I shall work at getting straight and getting a job."
"I have a job for you. Come and be my housekeeper and bring your daughter with you. My wife couldn't have children and I had always been sad about not having a family but now I have a chance of having one at last. The difference is that I shall have the delight of their bodies for much more than the occasional tryst.
It is time to change trains Lydia and you're not getting a better offer any further down the line so please say yes."
"I would love to, I never expected that, When you checked me out in the hall as we arrived I went weak at the knees and my knickers have been damp ever since, but I just thought it was me being stupid,"
"You two go through that door, there are two bedrooms to choose from however way you swing and there is a bathroom there. I'll see you later on today."
I washed and cleaned my teeth and didn't bother with pyjamas because I didn't get into bed, I got into Lydia. and when she showed me that she'd found the cigar tube I got into her again. After the noise had died down Angela came and asked if she could take her mother away or we'd never get any sleep.
"I don't smoke love but I can do you something better, I have got a load of freshly washed shirts and some trousers I washed yesterday and they need ironing. I've washed it and tumble-dried it and if you come and iron it I will feed you, get you dry and if you want I could wash and dry your dress and I would be very grateful. Because I have not yet managed to iron a shirt that ai could wear as smart afterwards; It costs a fortune to get a commercial ironing service and takes three or four days from pick up to delivery"
She was somewhere between 50 and 60, unkempt, plump, with grey hair, and big but sagging tits. She was also dirty and I had had too much to drink, but if you don't try you never win and I needed a clean and pressed shirt. All I wanted her to do was iron my laundry.
I was thinking of giving her £40 for her help and as a charitable gesture.
"Did you say you would feed me?"
"Yes, I did. What's your name and would eggs and bacon be OK and a mug of tea?"
"Mr That would be lovely, you are so kind and I'm Lydia."
"Come on then down this street. put your trolley in that shed door, it's for the bins but there's room enough. Come in and get your wet clothes off. I'll get you a bathrobe to wear while your clothes get washed and dried."
I found a 'robe and returned but she was already naked and looking at herself in the hallway mirror. She didn't turn a hair, instead, she said that her tits could use a stronger 'bra but she couldn't afford one, but why should she bother, she was too old for anyone to go rummaging around her body."
"You don't know that you only think it because you don't look all that appealing but without your clothes and a little body care you could make a man interested."
"Are trying it on?"
"No Lydia I am talking to you as a friend in need of his ironing being done but you brought the subject of your body up, not me. You are a woman and I'm a man with all his equipment still working so I do have feelings and thoughts about women and their charms. Yours need a little attention and you know that, Give me your stuff and I'll set the washer going."
I got the iron and board set up in the lounge and she did a decent job on my shirts but although she had the 'robe on, she hadn't bothered to close it and I began to feel aroused at the sight of those swinging breasts and her hairy vulva.
My wife had been dead for just over two years and suddenly I was feeling like I used to when she did the ironing wearing just her knickers knowing full well that she'd have to finish it the next day.
I stood behind Lydia and told her that it was dangerous to wear an open robe whilst using a hot steam iron.
I reached around to her breasts and held them for a moment then ran my thumbs over her nipples which had been slightly raised but were now proudly standing stalks. She switched the iron off as I removed the robe and led her into my bedroom. One of the advantages of bungalows is not having to invent a reason to go upstairs.
"Lydia, tell me now. do you want me to fuck you? I will not do anything if you say no, but as you can see, I do want to fuck you."
"I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be and you do know that but thank you for asking."
"I won't pretend to love you, Since you put it on the counter I just want to have your body for the night so go and get a shower while I undress and put some things together that I never expected to use again."
She went into the en-suite as I undressed and began hunting for the sex kit. We used to use it a lot so we'd always had a good supply of the stuff, I remembered that there were a few Viagra pills left and I would better make use of one for tonight because she wasn't going to be in a fit state to be walking anywhere tonight and anyway, it was lashing it down outside and the wind had risen so she wouldn't be keen on leaving.
She came into the bedroom and asked if I'd do something for her.
"Oh, Lydia. I fully hope to do that."
"Listen, I saw a Lady Shave in one of the drawers as I looked for a flannel. I guess it was your wife's and you wouldn't want to toss it but my bits down Eryaman Escort (http://cankayalar.com/ad-category/eryaman-escort/) there could use a trim and I bet you know how to do it."
Oh boy did I. I found the sheet and spread it on the bed and I had Lydia spread out before me a lot sooner than I'd expected. The hairy vulva became a bald mound of anticipation very quickly.
I used plenty of the recommended cream to make sure Lydia didn't become sore and then my task became very interesting because I was very adept at de-fuzzing pudenda therefore the labia and clitoral hood were soon rather moist and Lydia was beginning to wriggle and breathe erratically which increased rapidly when my tongue made its way into her major attraction.
It was difficult but I managed to carry on with the task I had undertaken so very soon Lydia had a smooth, creamed, pudendum and I was just using my tongue to ascertain that her sphincter was as hairless as I believed it to be.
I knew I hadn't needed to probe so deeply but she didn't seem to mind so I had fun for a few moments and from the noises I'd heard I believed that my actions would pay dividends later in the night.
Lydia lay on her back on the bed with me laying on my side alongside her getting familiar with all the likes and dislikes of the things I did to them and it was noticeable that there were no dislikes.
One of her hands had a tight hold of my erection, the condition of which was a relief to me and a cause of anticipation to both of us. She had the fingers of her other hand pressed against her clit and labia and I could feel her arousal increasing.
I eased my cock out of her grasp and straddled her with my head between her thighs which she had obligingly opened and applied my mouth to her wet inner lips and licked them until they parted to show me how pink and wet she was inside that tunnel.
I enjoyed her response of nibbling on the end of my dick but I had a better location in mind and after a slight shuffle and rearrangement of bodies and their associated limbs I speared her.
In one thrust, which caused her whole being to focus on one area of it, I filled her cunt up to her cervix.
"I told you earlier that I had no intention of pretending to make love to you and I meant it I want to fuck you for as long as you can take it, but although I do not wish to hurt you this will get rough so if anything I do hurts you then tell me, don't try to put up with it 'cos I will stop if I know."
The fucking began and my first fuck for over two years began with a bang as I rapidly hammered my lust-driven, Viagra fuelled, erection up and down her love tube as she clung to me and matched me thrust for thrust until she came and she was fucking noisy with it.
Several years ago I lost a cigar. It was a single-purchase cigar in its own tube. After a hunt, I found the cigar in a side table drawer in the lounge but the tube was nowhere around. I found the tube about a month later when rifling through my wife's bedside table drawer for some Vaseline as my little jar was empty and she said that she had some and please be quick.
I soon had the story because otherwise, she would not have the fuck she was waiting for and her sore vaginal entrance would go untreated.
I had not been aware that my wife of 40 years liked having something in her rear passage, something she had discovered before meeting me. Because I had never shown the slightest interest in Anal sex she had refrained from mentioning the fact. I blame myself because I believed that she was unaware of the pleasure that could be had with that activity.
She showed me why she had some Vaseline in her drawer and then inserted the treated tube into her back passage. It was there for about thirty seconds until I removed it and stuffed my erection in there before the gate closed and it stayed in there through two orgasms.
I rolled Lydia over, parted her arse cheeks and used my wonderful cigar tube smeared with Vaseline on her rear door until it opened then pushed the tube down her tube and after removing it I shoved my tube in there.
It is a lot fatter than my cigar tube and she let me know all about that but I just kept on fucking her bottom until she came again. I made her kneel with her thighs apart and gave her s bun to eat as I fucked her cunt Sincan Escort (http://cankayalar.com/ad-category/sincan-escort/) from behind.
I took the sex shop handcuffs and fasted her to the bedhead and then used bungee cord from her ankles to the bed legs at the bottom of the bed then stuck my dick back in her arse and had a fantastic time fucking it, then her cunt' and then her arse again.
I needed a loo break so I undid her and gave her a bottle to drink then I went to the loo. When I got back she'd drunk half my bottle of brandy so I took it off her and she started swearing at me so I gave her some Rum and she liked that so she lay still while I pushed a cushion under her arse and then put the bungee cords under her knees and tied her thighs back towards her head then tied 'em open by fastening them to different sides of the bedhead.
Now I could see right into her cunt so I got down and chewed her cunt lips then I fetched a banana and fucked her with it while she drank my Rum.
I gave her the banana to eat and then I got on her and pushed my cock into her soaking cunt and fucked her for a wonderful session of grunts, squeals and encouragement but I kept having to go to the loo so I gave her the rest of my brandy to stop her moaning.
I went back to fucking her arse but it wasn't comfortable when she was tied on her back so I undid her, turned her over and put 2 cushions under her gut and then mounted her arse and returned to pleasuring her the way she wanted. We were soaked in sweat, her sex juice and semen. It seemed to last for hours. I leaned forward so that I could get hold of her tits and we spent an hour pretending to be in a horse race.
My cock was empty and I was tired so I undid her, recovered her clothes from the dryer. put her dress on and stuffed her 'bra and knickers in her coat pocket. I put the £40 in an envelope and pinned it inside her dress, then I took her to her trolley and went to bed once I'd changed the sheets and started the washer again.
Two months later I was returning from my usual darts match night and although I do enjoy a bevvy I hadn't had more than two pints so I spotted Lydia as I neared my street even though she was without her trolly. It was a cold but dry evening and she looked warmly dressed and tidy. She also had a companion.
"Hello Lydia, my you look smart, much more attractive than our last meeting. Who's your companion?"
"This is Angela, my daughter, She's made me come and wait for you.
.I knew you were in the pub but I wouldn't go in there and I wasn't going to hang about outside."
"If you've been waiting for me then you want to talk to me so come and do it in comfort but is it because of what we did las..."
"No! there was nothing wrong about last time, It's the opposite."
I hung their coats up and saw Lydia smile when she saw me looking at her protruding bust line, the dress was a vast improvement to the previous rag and she had a hint of perfume about her,
I made coffee and managed to produce some biscuits then sat to hear what they wanted to say.
"Do you know that I don't know your name? I spent hours in that bedroom and I learned a lot about you but not your name."
"No problem Lydia, I don't think there was any occasion to know it. I'm Mike. Hello Angela, Why did you make your mum come to talk to me?"
"I wanted her to say thank you for what you did, I don't mean the fucking, I know she enjoyed that 'cos she still talks about a lot of things but especially about a cigar tube.
You changed her, she cried when she found the money in her dress. The next day she dragged me around town to find a charity shop that had clothes she could afford for both of us and in one we found some,
We are wearing them to come here for you to see because a week later she went to a swimming bath and managed to get under a shower and have a good scrub. She pinched someone's towel, got dried and legged it.
She still had some cash so now we have clean underwear and because I used to hang around a hair doing cleaning jobs when they were busy I picked up a bit about haircutting plus some shampoo and some scissors so I tidied her up and my mum is getting herself together. She hardly touches booze now, even if she has the chance to nick it.
.
I wanted her to say this Etlik Escort (http://cankayalar.com/ad-category/etlik-escort/) but while we were waiting she asked me to do it. I think I know what she wants to happen but she'll have to tell you that 'cos I have no idea how to start. It is your show now mum, I have trusted you with my life and always will."
"What happened that night caused me to think about what I was doing not only to me but to Angela and I felt very ashamed and I want it all to go away but although there are things I can never change and that night is something I will reminisce on until I die.
I have to do what I can for Angela and so far I've done a lousy job of it. I lost every job because of drink and we've finished up living in a disused allotment shed that will get bulldozed in a few weeks
I've guarded her against pimps and rapists and they tend to stay away from us now because of me but I can't do it forever and I've ruined her chances of getting a decent job, because of our lifestyle.
She's intelligent but clueless about men, sex and the dangers of both those subjects which is why I have been bending her ear about that night. She says she's a virgin and I believe her even though I know what goes on in some schools.
Mike, I want you to take Angela into your home as a housekeeper. I think you could teach her about modern household equipment that I know nothing about and she can free you from having to do all that and I'll show her how to iron, Its only men who can't cope with that,
You won't have to pay her, just feed her and give her a chance of having a decent future You've put me back on my feet, please give her a chance.
I began to think about my response a long time before she'd finished. I was ahead of her. It was how I began that I was having a problem with until I saw the look of love that Angela was beaming at her mum. The woman who had brought her to this.
"First, It is very late, I will not let you out on the streets at this hour so you stay here in my spare rooms and I will not take no for an answer.
Second. Would you like something to eat? You had eggs and bacon last time Lydia but I can ring the changes and give you bacon and eggs this time with tea, coffee, or hot chocolate.
We can discuss this in the morning or if it is pressuring you and you want to continue tonight then so be it but you must eat and I will enjoy some as well.
They wanted me to talk so I went with what I'd decided. I stood a good chance of blowing this but I am what I am, so I went in at the deep end.
"I like you Lydia, and despite what you think about yourself I think that you are a wonderful and resourceful woman and not afraid of taking life by the horns when you need to.
I Like what I know about you Angela, You are tough and resilient and not afraid of new challenges and as faithful as a dog to its master.
I am not an Angel, I am not a saint. I believe that I am a fair-minded man, but I am a man and I have frailties in my character, Lydia met one of them the last time we met. How old are you?"
"I'm nineteen."
"If I do what Lydia wants, would you allow me to have sex with you?"
There was no hesitation.
"Mum said you'd ask me that, she said you don't hide anything. Yes, I will, I want to. I think you are an honest man and I like you. What I have heard from you both tells me you wouldn't harm me and I will strive to keep your house in order."
"Lydia if Angela does come here what are your intentions?"
"I suppose I shall work at getting straight and getting a job."
"I have a job for you. Come and be my housekeeper and bring your daughter with you. My wife couldn't have children and I had always been sad about not having a family but now I have a chance of having one at last. The difference is that I shall have the delight of their bodies for much more than the occasional tryst.
It is time to change trains Lydia and you're not getting a better offer any further down the line so please say yes."
"I would love to, I never expected that, When you checked me out in the hall as we arrived I went weak at the knees and my knickers have been damp ever since, but I just thought it was me being stupid,"
"You two go through that door, there are two bedrooms to choose from however way you swing and there is a bathroom there. I'll see you later on today."
I washed and cleaned my teeth and didn't bother with pyjamas because I didn't get into bed, I got into Lydia. and when she showed me that she'd found the cigar tube I got into her again. After the noise had died down Angela came and asked if she could take her mother away or we'd never get any sleep.