This is the first of a number of stories that It happened in a small town in Canada.
I met Ann thru my wife who was helping her out through a church group. Ann was a young widow with three young kids. She had lost her husband in the past year and due his illness they didn't have a lot of money although she was getting some support from her In-Laws. The church had been asked to help her out and my wife had taken an interest in her situation mainly because of the kids. My wife couldn't see them bring in difficulty and had been helping her out with some meals and taking care of the kids while Ann did shopping at weekend. My wife was working at the time so couldn't help during the daytime Mon to Fri. She had been doing this for a number of months before I met her and they had become very good friends. My wife brought her home one night for a meal with her kids and thats when I found out she was a Kiwi (New Zealander). We sort of hit it off as I had played Rugby earlier in my life and was a fan of the All Blacks, New Zealand's national team. She was young, slim, friendly and quite pretty and I took to her right away. Over a few weeks she had come to our house a few times so we were quite friendly with one another.
The trouble began when my wife started to ask me to fix some problems in Ann's house. Leaking tap/pipe in Kitchen was the one that got things started although slowly. I was lying on the floor with my head and shoulders under the sink tightening up a tube connection and found that the wrench was not the right size and I asked her if she could get me another, and I told her the size. It was a tight fit under the sink and I didn't was to crawl out, She got one for me and she knelt down to give it to me. As I reach out to get it my hand brushed against her breasts and when I felt it I looked back and could see down her tee shirt. paused before taking it giving me time to take a longer look. She didn't move to avoid my hand so I kept it where it was. I eventually finished the job and when I crawled out she had a beer ready for me in her living room. We sat and chatted but I couldn't stop looking at her breasts. They weren't big but they were firm I know she saw me looking and at one time leaned over to get her glass of wine from the table which again gave me another look at her cleavage.