The Healing Of Lust- No Going Back

Milkmaids And Candyfloss

Milkmaids and candyfloss

Uncle Roger's exploit's with other women was always going to end in tears at some point.

"If you play with fire you will get burnt," mother warned him, time and again. Of course, he just smirked

"Stop fussing woman, there's enough of me to go around." Bad enough that he was fucking several different women, while he was on his milk round. But when he strayed into a married man's territory, then lookout. To be fair, Uncle Roger never knew at the time, that the lady from the big house, at the end of the lane, was married. She never said so, while she was riding his fat cock, that dark morning back in November.

The first I heard of it was when I came home early. Uncle Roger was laying across our dining-room table, with his pants around his ankles, while mother was plucking dozens of tiny buckshot out of his hairy arse using a pair of tweezers. My father was in tears through laughing so hard. As was I, once I could eventually decipher what he was saying. Mother, however, took a dimmer view.

"You must go to the Police and report the so-and-so. You could have been killed!"

Uncle Roger was a proud man. He would never dream of grassing on anyone, let-a-lone getting the police involved. If he was in any mood for revenge then he kept it to himself, for the time being at least.

The main thing on his mind, at this point, was who would cover his milk round... When Mother was out of earshot, I offered my assistance.

"But you can't drive," he said.

"Anyone twat can turn a key and press a peddle!" I replied, "And everyone at the diary knows me, so that won't be a problem."

The next morning, I cycled down to the dairy, to collect my order of milk and the float which had been charging in the shed overnight. As usual, Tess was there checking the paperwork before releasing the orders.

As lovely as ever, she was wearing a pair of skin-tight trousers that showed off her gorgeous shapely arse and her plump little pussy bulge. Normally she wouldn't give me a second glance, but today she was most congenial.

"I'm surprised to see you here today," she smiled, "How's Roger? Only, I heard something terrible has happened to him." I wasn't aware that anyone knew about my uncle being shot in the arse, so I kept my reply as short as possible.

"He's not too bad, thanks. But he will be taking it easy for a while. I said I would take over his round for a few days until he is back on his feet." Tess looked at me a bit sheepish.

"You know you can't drive his float!" she said quietly. "You wouldn't be insured."

"Oh, I just assumed his insurance would cover any driver."

"wait here," she said, "I have an idea." Before I could quiz her further, she disappeared upstairs to the offices. It made me smile when she returned, wearing a white milkman's coat and a flat cap. The coat was a little on the long side and she was rolling up the sleeves.

"Right then, I have spoken with my boss. He said he will sort out the insurance, from tomorrow. He just needs your provisional driving licence. Today, once I have released everyone's orders, I am going to give you a hand." I could not believe my luck. I was almost grateful for uncle getting shot.

"Wow! That's great, thanks." This was my one chance to get to know her.

By the time we set off, time was getting on. The sky began to light with an orange glow heralding a beautiful sunny, albeit, chilly day. I couldn't stop looking at her while she concentrated on driving the little milk float, dodging the pots holes as best as she could, to avoid breaking the bottles.