Bishop's Purple - Secret Narrative - ebook
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Sixty-something Sylvia Kent falls in love while window shopping. Once home, her purchase needs servicing, and so does she. ~ Book 2 of "Generation Game" ~

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Bishop’s Purple

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Secret Narrative

Bishop’s Purple

Copyright, Secret Narrative, 2014

All rights reserved including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form. This is a work of fiction. All characters and events are the product of the author’s imagination, and any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. The opinions expressed are the author’s own and are not representative of the opinions of the publisher or distributors.

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Warning

This book contains strong language and sexually explicit content that some readers may find offensive and which is unsuitable for persons under the age of 18.

2912: 08.10.2014

Bishop’s Purple

My shoes aren’t appropriate. I need to ditch vanity and deploy practicality. I never wear tights; my footwear is perfect for my hosiery. Stockings and vertiginous heels, in spite of, or perhaps because of my age I refused to go flat. Until now.

I could not have picked a worse day to shop. It is three days until the start of a new school term and it seems as if every child in the area is being kitted out in overlarge blazers and appropriate shoes. I wonder if I should buy a similar blazer, plait my hair, wear white ankle socks and adopt the sluttish schoolgirl look for my next fuck.

Since I seduced Simon Conrad, while home-tutoring him through his A Level re-sit, I have become insatiable. Now, when I look into the mirror, the girl I used to be stares back at me, defiant, brittle, sparkling and brazen. Simon’s cum snakes its way down my thighs and I inhale the tangy scent of him.