Gibby Jane Peterson was the prototype for a Mid-Western American girl. She was pretty but not overly so. She was 5 feet 2 inches tall with long golden red hair and blue eyes. She was 20-30 pounds overweight but she wore it well and never minded the “chunky” jokes.
She had a brain but would never have made it past high school and loved her mother, father and two older sisters. She was a devout Baptist and praised the lord every Sunday.
It was no surprise to anyone, when Gibby Jane married Dwayne Johnson, III in the next county over. They had been childhood friends, then high school sweethearts and it was inevitable that they marry after high school graduation.
Gibby Jane loved Dwayne the third as he was called and married one summer’s day in June. She had wanted to be a June bride and Dwayne accommodated her in every way.
Gibby Jane had married into a rough and tumble family. Whereas she had been raised in a more middle class environment, the Johnson’s were a cut below. They were working class all the way with the matriarch mother – Eileen, a fanatical Catholic.
Dwayne II was a steel factory worker. In off days and weekends, Dwayne II was drinking with his buddies or visiting the local whorehouses much to his wife’s dismay. Eileen a devout Catholic had 6 boys and two girls –with Dwayne the third as the oldest.
Dwayne took after his father with a bear-like stature, sandy blonde hair and beard and brown eyes. But whereas Dwayne the second was loud and boorish, the son was sweet as pie. And as such, Gibby Jane’s heart was won.
Dwayne disappeared into the crowd as the young bride found herself dancing in a corner with her father-in-law. They were secluded from the eyes of everyone and he danced her onto the small balcony.
“Well, you sure is a purty young thing.” Dwayne the second told Gibby Jane slurring his words.
“Thank you, sir.” Gibby Jane’s eyes darted into the dance hall for her new husband.
“I usually like my girls with some meat on them bones, but my oh my, don’t you just fill out this here dress.” His eyes followed her large globes pressed against the satin’s trim.
“Yes, sir.” Her eyes downcast.
“Yes, siree.” Dwayne’s hand touched the satin rim of the dress and then pushed his meaty paw into her breasts.
“Oh hot damn!” He swore against her ear and pinched her nipple.
Gibby Jane cried out, “Please sir.” She felt nauseous as his breath stunk of whiskey.
Dwayne the second wanted to take the little thing right then and there. He thought about spreading her chunky little thighs and plunging into that tight hole. His cock bounced at the thought of it.
“Now girl. Don’t you sass me.” Dwayne told her sternly as he pulled his hand out of her dress. “I don’t take no disrespect. Not from the mill foreman, my wife, my sons or my little daughter in law.”
“No sir. I’m sorry sir.” Gibby Jane looked miserable as she stared up at her father-in-law. He was drunk. Maybe this was his way when drunk. She would just have to steer clear of him when he had taking to drinking.
His large meaty paws roamed down her body and sank into her large ass.
“Well, lordy, lordy girl. But aren’t you just a goldmine.” He whistled low.
Gibby Jane shook her head. “Please sir.”
