In 1964, at age eighteen Jean had graduated from High School in a suburb of Sacramento, CA had been a successful HS student living in a loving if an oppressive family with her mother, father, brother, and sister. The youngest of the three kids she was not treated any different from her siblings.
When she was hired for an office job at Cargill in Oakland at only eighteen years old she was very naive. She had never traveled or been 'away' from home.
Jean was beautiful at five-feet-nine-inches tall, brown-black hair, wide and curvy hips, cute small mounds for breasts. With a big smile and cheerful eyes and face, she had an amazing figure, small chest and upper body with a narrow waist and wide flaring hips. Her long lithe legs just seemed to go up forever under the short dresses she wore. It was always a treat to see her thighs disappearing under that sexy swaying hemline. Dresses she liked to wear were usually shaped like an 'A' with a flouncy hem. Her hemlines were always about three to four inches above her knees.
Her Dad was a State of California Heavy Equipment Operator, and her Mom was a stay-at-home wife/laundress who was a very interesting lady. 'Mom' dressed in 'old country peasant styles' and had a very heavy 'old country' accent that matched the clothes she wore. I can recall her in a babushka dress with a white apron tied at the waist. From Eastern Europe, a first-generation American from Serbia Jean's mom was very interesting.
Jean and I had many dates where she refused to have anything to do with intimacy but would eagerly allow breast 'massage' because she said it might help her flat tits fill out to where she would finally have a cup size. She did not need a bra, even with a t-shirt.
Her lack of 'breasts' drove her nuts, and I loved her 'tits'. Sometimes she wore these shells of padded cloth pieces sewn in triangular shapes for a bra. Many of these were complete with little nipples formed into them, so when she wore them, she could be seen to have 'excited' nipples.
They also shared some bras that her mom had made from sacking cloth. They actually were two pieces that snapped together in the middle in front and back. They had a pocket sewn in them. Her mom placed her breasts in the pockets. Jean stuffed padding in the pockets. Jean and her mom had shared these homemade bras for years.
I used to tell her mom almost every time I saw her at their house that I had been playing with one of her brassieres that evening. 'Mom' would get all flustered, and say nasty things about me and her daughter in reply. Jean's mom was not flat chested, she just had a huge sag, and when sitting down her bulbous breasts laid on the top of her rolls of stomach fat.
Her dad was a social submissive to her mom, I cannot even imagine her folks having sex he was so passive.
Things changed for us when we got married. My wife became a sexual explorer with an appetite and a capacity I could not have imagined prior to our getting married. I was fucking delighted! She seemed to like everything we attempted except she wouldn't consider MFM, or FF, or FMF.
We did go to Tijuana once, and all of that changed. The Genie came out of the bottle. My wife had a table dance and was very turned on by the little señorita who danced for us. She had very poor implants of little ball shapes for tits. Her labia were loose hanging to about 3 inches below her torso. She was about the same age as we were, and quite pretty. She was quite hairy but trimmed to a narrow landing strip about four inches long cantered over her vaginal crease.
