Easter at St. Michael's: Part 2
Description
Gordon is reunited with an old crush.
Based on a post by Blacksheep, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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The
monthly Mother's Union meeting was taking place at Gladys Wilcox's
bungalow. There was much to discuss, mainly tomorrow's Easter Sunday
service. However the main topic of conversation was the vicar's phallus.
"He
was just standing there, starkers! Swinging, I tell you, swinging. It
was like a boa constrictor poking out of a tree. I didn't know where to
look!" Mrs. Harris exclaimed.
"Wish I could've been there," Mrs. Wilcox replied.
"Really, Gladys!"
"Well
at our age there's not much opportunity for those sorts of thrills is
there?" She grinned and glanced at Norman the churchwarden, who said
nothing and awkwardly sipped his coffee. Being the only man there, he
felt uncomfortable sitting through this, but Mrs. Wilcox had insisted he
attend.
"How come he was naked?" Another woman asked.
"Said he'd been having a shower, but I know a lie when I see one. If you ask me, him and his wife had been; you know;"
"Having
a quickie?" Mrs. Wilcox replied. Norman almost choked on his coffee,
remembering that 21st birthday surprise the vicar had arranged for Jenna
in the church, sixteen months ago.
"Yes, exactly!"
"You
know something, Maureen, I was chatting to Maud Finch, on the bus the
other day. Now she lives on Haddock Street, in one of those council
houses that overlook the railway line. She tells me that groups of drunk
young men are forever going up on that opposite embankment and mooning
at passing trains."



