Barbara Dartland, who had undergone a first aid training course, frantically applied a cold compress to Dr Porterfield's head to revive him but, like the vast majority of the audience, I was far more interested in the revelations of Mrs. Robinson! She was well on her way telling us what she had told Mrs. Thatcher what Walsh the window cleaner had been up to after she had rewarded him with a glass of beer for cleaning her windows. 'He said to me: “Mrs. Robinson, I've always considered you to be a beautiful woman and you have one of the shapeliest figures in the village.” As I listened to his shameless flattery, sitting snugly beside him on the sofa, he slipped his right hand into my blouse, under my chemise and began gently squeezing my breast. I raised my hand as if to stop him but my nipple already had swollen up to the size and hardness of a little red pebble. Yes, I know that I should really have stopped him right there but between you and me, my dear Margaret, I liked the look of this muscular young man!
He then wormed his hand between my thighs and as we french kissed, he worked them into the leg of my knickers and touched the moistening lips of my pussey. My juices began to flow freely as my thighs tightened like a vice over his hand as I shuddered to a little spend as his fingers penetrated me. Then the naughty fellow began kissing my neck and throat and I suggested that we retire upstairs to a bedroom. He helped me undress down to my drawers and I lay back on the bed as he kissed my titties and my belly before rolling me over and kissing and licking me all the way back to my shoulders. My poor pussey was now sopping wet as he peeled off my knickers, kissing each inch of exposed flesh and he ran his hand lightly down the crack of my bum before rolling me back. He plunged his tongue inside my ear and then played the tip around my titties before his mouth travelled down to lightly bite the insides of my thighs. Then he drove me wild by licking and lapping at my dripping cunney and I was already on my way to paradise even before he found my clitty. He brought me off in style before I told him I wanted his prick inside me. Then he pulled off his shirt and undid his belt and let his trousers fall to the ground. Teasingly he told me to take off his pants so I carefully pulled them down over his hard, stiff cock. It wasn't that huge but his shaft looked well proportioned enough for a good fuck so, pulling back the foreskin, I rolled my tongue over his purple knob and sucked it right into my mouth. It tasted wonderful! This fully released my passion and I gobbled his cock until I felt it throb with desire. I released him so that he could climb between my legs and place his rigid rod inside my pussey. It stretched me nicely and I pulled my knees as far apart as possible to allow him to give me his full length. He fucked me beautifully with firm, pumping strokes, not too quickly, giving me the full benefit of his sinewy prick before shooting a huge jet of jism into my cunt as I squirmed my way to a tremendous spend. 'We clung to each other whilst he recovered but his cock was still semi-stiff when it slid out of my cunney. He raised himself up to his knees and the cheeky rogue placed his prick near my face. I reached out to hold the glistening shaft which was still wet from my juices and I decided to work him up to another full hard-on. I teased the knob by running the tip of my tongue all around the ridges of his helmet and then gave the underside a few quick licks and that did the trick, stiffening up his tool right back to its former firmness. I took his whole knob into my mouth and then eased in the rest of his stalwart staff. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock-three short, licking sucks followed by one long, fierce sucking was enough to send him off. The lusty lad was so excited by all this that in no time at all I felt his succulent cock shoving hard against the back of my throat and his hot, salty spunk was released and I felt it flooding down my throat. Walsh has got quite enormous balls, by the way, but by swallowing convulsively I drank every last drop of his copious emission, milking his tool of every last drop of the liquid of love. 'I managed to stiffen up his cock for one more fuck but then he had to leave as he was already late for Mrs. Humphries and she wanted some special servicing too!' concluded Mrs. Robinson. God knows what else she might have said but fortunately Barbara had by now revived Dr Porterfield and he quickly snapped the lady out of her trance. The audience had been stunned into silence, though one or two youths at the back had sniggered occasionally during her telling of this lascivious tale. 'There you are, I told you it was all hocus pocus,' said Mrs. Robinson with satisfaction. 'I'd better be going now as I forgot to pay Mr. Walsh the window cleaner yesterday and I'm expecting him back at the house.' This brought forth howls of laughter but, quite undaunted, Mrs. Robinson made her way to the exit.
Reverend Armstrong stepped forth and, after explaining to Dr Porterfield what had occurred, called for silence: 'Ladies and gentlemen, I trust that what we heard this afternoon will never be revealed. Indeed, I am going to swear every person here to total secrecy. I will brook no exceptions, and Dr Porterfield agrees with me that, ethically, Mrs. Robinson's words should be treated in the confidence she would have expected during a medical examination or, if she were of the Catholic faith, in the confessional. Would everyone please raise their rights hands and repeat after me an oath that we will never speak of what we heard just now. If there is anyone who has the slightest doubt about the justice of this, then I would remind him or her that Walsh is unmarried whilst Mrs. Robinson's husband is a military man who is often away from home. Poor Mrs. Humphries, as we all know, is a young widow. So only he that is without sin should cast the first stone.' (Let me state here that I only mention the incident now in written form fourteen years after the event because Walsh married Mrs. Humphries in 1904 and the couple promptly emigrated to New Zealand. Mrs. Robinson and her husband, alas, perished along with Frank's father on the ill-fated maiden voyage of the Titanic).
We all went back to Barbara's house afterwards for tea and, to everyone's relief, her parents were out for the afternoon. Reverend Armstrong said that he had some matters to attend to and would join us later. Barbara insisted on opening a bottle of champagne from a case that an old French friend of her family had recently sent over to them, and the sparkling bubbly wine certainly loosened our tongues. It seemed to make Barbara and Katie forget that I was present for the presence of a young lad did not inhibit them in the slightest in discussing matters of the utmost privacy and intimacy in front of me.