I open the door to a eastern european lady dressed in a short office style skirt and a white shirt. Her shirt is soaked through so I can see her bra c...learly and her blonde soaking wet hair is sticking to her skin.She asks if she can come in. She's lost her purse and she has no money to get home. I invite her in. I sit her down on the couch. Her shirt is clinging to her chest and I can just about see her hard nipples coming through the shirt. I offer her a towel to dry her hair, she accepts it. We have a community of some 35houses; no shop; and no pub - the Tynewood family are Quakers!! We usedto have a school, built originally for the children of estate workers;but that was closed many years ago. In fact Mary and I live in what usedto be the old School House. The main school room is now the Village Hall.Tynewood Parva is still part of the Tynewood Estate and all of us, me andMary included, rent our homes from Sir Hector Tynewood, the currentBaronet. We are a mixed community. There. I lay back feeling euphoric and completely spent. Eventually Catherine broke the silence, "John. Are you satisfied?" she enquired, whilst laying on the bed beside me, her head supported by her hand, stroking my chest with the other."Oh, yes!" I replied, "I'm satisfied!" That night I lay there, with Catherine wrapped in my arms head on my chest, our legs inter-twined, recounting what had happened. In Catherine's eyes, we hadn't been unfaithful, because we hadn't fucked. However, if my wife ever. He knows every inch of my body by touch: the inside of my elbow, the indentation of my belly button, the crease where my butt meets my leg all the way down to the soft padding on the tip of my toes. There isn’t a square inch of flesh on my body he hasn’t touched or licked. All of his ministrations are not in vain. He does all of that nightly to prepare for his feast. Shining in the soft candlelight, completely relaxed, I will spread my legs as he kneels before my holy altar. My temple is.