I'll never forget the time that Blousie was volunteering at my local church group...
Always known as an upstanding member of the community, renowned for her cake baking skills, her trestle table was always the most popular at the village fête.
It was as a blushing young choirboy that I first encountered this pillar of the community. Whenever we took a break at choir practice she was always on hand with some freshly baked biscuits and home made lemonade.
It was only later in life that I discovered the true service that she provided for us all, not one of the choristers in that period was interfered with by our priest - an amazing achievement for the early 80s. It transpired that while we were tucking into our snacks, good old Blousie was dressing herself as a boy scout and giving the priest handjobs behind the pulpit.
The randy old god botherer was so drained that he never had the energy to molest any of us.
Not only this, but I think it is fair to say that every single one of us lost our virginities to her over the course of that endless summer.
Gorblessya Blousie and all who sail in yer!
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Thu 14 Jun 2012, 8:40, Reply)