I'm alive. Just. I was ill before Glastonbury, had no other option to ignore it and go full blown "off my tits" mode and came back even worse. Did half a day in work last week and took the rest off sick. Went back to Wales to visit family and the beach. Still coughing my lungs up today though. All in all, I had an awesome time.
After work on Friday, my eldest picked me up and we went to get some weed. We then went to the Cheese, parked next door and shared a spliff. Very strong stuff indeed. She shot off to get a KFC and I hobbled into the post-walking day warzone that was the Cheese. Everyone pissed and still kids swarming all over the place. The eldest returned, necked her KFC and small white win and soda and disappeared off to mark some A level history papers that she's getting paid for. That left me on my own in a sea of people I didn't really want to speak to. After about 10 minutes, a space opened up to me on my left. My daughter's seat was now vacant and then someone behind me asked if the seat was free. I turned round and there was a fairly small attractive woman with shortish auburn hair, skin tight black leather trousers, a fairly low cut top and black stiletto ankle boots. She sat gown about two feet to my left and next to her sat another woman, not quite as attractive and certainly not as dirty looking. I continued sitting there and saying hello to the odd pisshead who ambled past. I turned surreptitiously to have a look at the woman to my left and she was looking at me. She smiled and said "was that your daughter who was sitting next to you before. I confirmed that she was and she said "She's very beautiful". I said "So I've been told, and now you're going to ask me how I managed to produce that". "Not at all" she said. "I could see a likeness". I smiled and turned away to order a pint. Someone then shouted me and I looked over to my left, once again catching the eye of the woman. She had a tube of something in her hand, which she proceeded to open and squirt a dollop of cream onto her palm. She then started to rub the cream onto her arms, and the visible part of her cleavage. I looked at the barmaid quizically and then her friend, who was grinning. I asked if it had suddenly got sunny outside and she smiled and pushed her arm in front of my face for me to smell. I was wondering if I was more stoned than I actually was I got up and hobbled outside for a ***. 2 minutes later, both women came out. The dirty one asked what was wrong with my legs, so I explained. She asked me if everything else functioned OK and I confirmed that was the case. She then asked what I did for a job, so I briefly explained. She then asked if I was in a relationship and I said not really. She went on to explain the the other woman was her cousin who she was visiting in Grappenhall. She lived in Torre Vieja in Spain in a villa she got as part of her divorce package. I asked her why they'd come here, rather than Stockton Heath and they said they wanted somewhere different
I then went back in. I knew the lesbians were back from holiday, so the unit was going round to see them, so I had as much time as I wanted, within reason. The women returned and sat down. I was just about to order a drink and the dirty one said "I'll get that. I insist". I said OK, provided I get the next one. She said "If we stay for the next one". I asked her where they were going. She said her cousin was going to meet a guy in Stretton. I asked her if she was going as well and she said "No, we're going back to her house if you'd like to". I smiled, rather speechlessly. I then asked her if she smoked anything other than cigarettes and she said she loved a joint. to be continued. Boss back.
Clearly she'd seen he was in possession of drugs - Cornish Blue - and simply wanted a little something and was prepared to offer up a little something to get it
I suggested we leave separately and take two taxis. It didn't matter to her, but would have complications for me. She left first having provided me with the address. It was a very nice house in Grappenhall, which was part of the cousin's divorce settlement. I rang the bell and she opened it with a bottle of Peroni in her hand, saying it was the only lager they had in, but there was plenty of it. I considered ****ing off there and then with no Carling available, but thought I'd hang around The house was four bedroom detached with a ground floor extension and en suite bathroom. We sat together on the sofa and I skinned a ****ing whopping joint up. She'd already put some disco CD on. Didn't ask, but I reckoned mid to late 40s, possibly early 50s. Very curvy - nice juicy arse and large tits (40 D apparently with little droop). We smoked the spliff. We chatted about kids and my job - she didn't work as she has a bar in Spain. She then leaned over and said "What do you like?" I said "pretty much anything". So she put her arm round me and we started with a good neck. She then started playing with my cock through my keks, so I pushed her legs apart and started rubbing her fanny through hers..She stood up, unbuttoned her leather keks and pulled them down, saying "It's OK, I'll put the boots back on". Great legs and a shaved fanny, which on close inspection was pierced in both lips. She said "get your ****ing trousers off", so I obliged. She didn't have any white bits and it wasn't spray tan. Very well looked after. Did the usual foreplay and then she asked me to lick her arse, which I did. She then did the same.
