I'd done lots of different types of jobs, working in offices, factories etc but I was just too dizzy and forgetful to last long in any job I tried.
I was married 8 years ago to Ted and I thought that kids would be the best thing for me as I could look after our family and be a home maker. But despite having lots of sex without contraception me and Ted had no luck. He began to make comments about me getting a job and why should he have to give me a free ride. Ted was quite upset about not having kids, so I didnt explore the reason why I couldnt get pregnant. And I dont think he could bear it if he was the one with no tadpoles in his baby gravy.
So reluctantly I approached the Job Centre and made enquiries as to what I could do. At school I'd not been a success, in terms of qualifications anyway, with the boys I had glowing reports but unfortunately that didnt help my job prospects. I'd put out lots of times having unprotected sex as much as possible after discovering orgasms at an early age and hoping to catch a husband. But that was in the past. Since getting married I remained faithful to Ted and not really being a looker I hadnt had to fend off any approaches really.
So I was offered a job being a security guard, working nights. What kind of job is that for a woman? So I refused and thats when working in the care industry was suggested. Basically it involved doing domestic tasks for people who had mental health issues.
I got the job without an interview and was introduced to Gregor. He was in his seventies and had some 'issues' as Dot my mentor described them. He lived in his own home alone after his wife Ethel had passed away a couple of years ago. Living on his own had made Gregor confused hence the need for a carer.
Gregor was a big 6 foot 6 inch Scotsman still with a strong upright body albeit with not such a strong mind. He still had his gruff Scottish accent and was keen to wear tartan when he remembered, be it a kilt or a waist coat.
He would often forget where he was, or what he was doing and become confused, often going back in time and reliving past events.
My first few visits were fun, listening to his stories whilst I tidied up, doing dishes, etc.
I wondered why noone else was caring for him. I had heard that the new starters got the most trouble some people.
On day 3 Gregor greeted me at the front door fully dressed apart from any pants or underpants revealing big low slung balls and a very long and thick but knarled looking knob.
"My word" I said and ushered him indoors.
Basically Gregor was keen to point out he didnt wear anything under his kilt. But he had forgot to put the kilt on! I had never seen a ball and knob combo so big despite my large number of lovers when young.
This became just the begining and I became quite used to Gregor walking around with his cock out and my having to put it away for him.