“Greatcoat, now!”“Yes, my Mage,” I replied and struggled out of my M40 green woollen German greatcoat and handed it to Róisín to hand to Mor...ana.“John!”“Yes, my Mage?”“Explanation! Now! Better be bloody good or someone is going to regret being born!”“No explanation, my Mage. Possibly the Stone of Destiny being an arse,” I stammered out, knowing Morgana was fit to kill.“What!” the reply came back at a highly increased volume and loaded with sheer menace. “Anyone else got an explanation before I. He's fun to talk with, in no time we were exchanging life stories.A little time went by, then one day his washer died. The boy just has no luck with appliances. For a week I let him use mine while he waited for his new one to be delivered. After it arrived, he was grateful to me and offered to give me a complete hair-do. Hey, a girl loves to get her hair done, so he came to my place one evening.Since he was going to wash my hair, he suggested I might want to remove my top so it didn't get wet,. I would say if you walked into a room you would instantly be drawn to her as she was slim tall and well dressed as for sexy well without the clothes yes with the clothes NO she wore what I would call aunty clothes (not that I have anything against aunties) my own turned a few heads in there day! But Myra’s clothes would have looked good in hare and hound or on a hound.Not long after that I had been up at Davey’s and had a few to many which was the way with Davey I spent the night sleeping on. On her knees,Wearing only pinkStar-studded socksAnd panties downAround her knees,Her hands restingLike doves upon the ledgeBefore her,Hair in pigtails,And a come-hither lookUpon her I-dare-you face,She would look good,Decorated with the beadsOf my pearlescent sperm.Breasts are ludicrous,But lovely,Much like a pair of pantiesRolled down to the knees,No longer clothing,But ornament--When they do not give suckTo infants' needs,Breasts are panties, too,Rolled down to the knees.God or nature,Take.