"...You and I clearly NEED to have a talk," mum says, making me groan."Mum!" I protest. "I just kissed him, I'm not going to jump into bedwith him..."...Good, and not just because you're still eleven months underage," mumsays. "I'm not sure I like the thought of you having a boyfriend,Laura." ...Seriously?" I retort. "You liked Phil..." You and Phil were a sweet, innocent young couple," mum says. "I stillhave the photo of that dress you wore on your first date with him. Youwouldn't be seen dead. Despite herfive-inch heels, she gilded down the tricky stairs and seemed to floatacross the tarmac to the gate. Her long blond hair and blue eyessparkled in the midday sun.Electra followed with Millicent trailing on a leash. She wore whitebelted short hipster shorts and matching low cut tailored blouse endingjust under her bosom. The white contrasted perfected with her longflowing ebony hair.Millicent was dressed in a short skimpy straight-skirted French maid'suniform that overly displayed her. The Vicar was a priest, but he was a servant of the estate, and his salary and position were entirely dependent on the goodwill of the Lord of the Manor, me. It must be remembered that the Church of England was established as a State religion and to this day is subservient to that State. All tithes of the vicarage belonged to the estate, that is me. So, the Vicar had a very good reason to maintain good relations with the sitting Lord who could dismiss him at any moment."Good morning, Father," I. I was sitting on a bench in the park watching the young folks jogging. I’m past the age of it, yet the thought off all those young hot sweaty female feet still excites me. I’d almost pay to have a soft warm pair slide up and down my face. Ahh but who am I kidding? To them I’m just some old pervert watching the tits bounce and their ass wiggle. If they only knew. I turned to see a woman limping towards the bench. ?May I sit down Sir I’ve got a bolder in my sneaker?? she asked. She.