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This story is basically true with names and dates changes to avoid harming any one in the story. All people are at a minimum of eighteen years of years.
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The next morning as we were eating breakfast my father got back from a weeklong trip to assist one of his customers in starting up a new milling machine.
He looked tired and worn out. He said that he had had six days of over fifteen hour per day average trying to get this stupid machine operational. There was still many problem and he was going to have to go back with another technician on Tuesday of the following week for maybe ten days.
Mother hugged him and said to sit down, as breakfast was just about ready. Sherry poured us all a cup of coffee. He asked how everything was going and we all said "FINE."
He asked how my jobs for the different "families" of the church was working out. I told him that I had only been over to Mr. Nelson's and was going to go see what Miss Lund needed done this morning. He said that he remembered the day that Mr. Nelson passed away. He was one of the first upon the car accident. Both Mr. Nelson and dad were ushers in the church and sang in the men's choir.
Mother grabbed the phone on the second ring, hoping it was not for dad, as she did not want him to be bothered for the rest of the week. It was Miss Lund, and she asked to talk to me.
She was coming to town to do some shopping and wondered if I wanted her to pick me up and save someone the long drive to get me to her house, which used to be her parents farm. (My car was having transmission problems and mother or Sherry was going to have to drive me) I said that would be great and I would be ready when she got here.
I sat and talked to dad for a while about his work and then went up to my room to get ready. Mother came in just as I was getting my shirt and pants on and stood watching me. She licked her lips and told me to not to work to hard, as it was to get very hot this afternoon. I told her I would watch it and stay cool. She also suggested that I take an extra set of clothes with, as I might need to change of clothes my dirty/ sweaty work clothes for the ride home.
I was just getting back down stairs when Miss Lund drove up into the driveway. She got out of the car quicker then I could get out to meet her. She said that she wanted to talk to my parents about something.
She can back out of the house and told me to get into the car as I was waiting for her to come back out of the house and we headed off across town to her place in the country.
As she was driving and we were talking, I keep calling her Miss Lund. She told me to call he Mary Jean, Jean for short.
I asked her what she had planned for me to do today. She said that the small barn behind the house needed to have a couple of things done to it and said that maybe even work in the garden.
On the way to her house she pulled into the drug store parking lot and said she need to get something and would be right back out. When she was inside, I sneaked a peek at some of the stuff she had bought at the ladies dress shop before picking me up.
She had a couple of blouses and pant set. In a separate bag she had three new bras. I looked at them and notice that they were 38 D's. They were very thin material that I did not think could support her wonderful looking large breasts. Just as I was putting them back she walked up unnoticed to me and got into the car. She looked at me and asked if I thought her choice of bras was a good one? I told her that with only seeing them as I did I could only say maybe. I needed to see her in then to fully give her a good answer. I suggested that she model them for me later in the day. She smiled and said that she might just do that.
I said I was sorry for snooping and yes they were very sexy.
When we got to her house I carried her packages into the parlor and headed for the barn.
Now before I go any further let me describe Mary Jean Lund for you. She is and "OLD MAID" of forty-three years of age with the most red hair that you have ever seen. She is about five feet eight inches tall and like I said before, she has a set of 36 D breasts that seem not to have any sag to them. BUT remember, at this point in the story, I have only seen her with a bra on. Her waist is not that skinny, BUT not heavy either. Her ass is something to die for. I have seen her in church and never notice her body before this morning. In church she always has these fancy dress on that conceal the body beneath.
Jean had asked me to start painting the trim on the barn and that the paint was in the small shed out back of the house. I was just getting the tools and paint out of the shed when she walked up behind me and spoke. I jumped almost out of my skin when she did that. She just chuckled and said that she was hoping to help me with the trim painting of the windows in the barn.
I turned to see a gal that had changed into a set of old faded worn out shorts and a halter-top that did just barely covered the bottom of her breasts.
I said that her help would be greatly appreciated, as I did not do a good job trim painting. I said that my mother always complained that I got to must paint on the window glass when I trimmed. Jean took a small brush and started to trim the lower windows. As she reached up to do the tops of the windows I got and eye full of the bottom of the pink see thru bra she had on as I was sitting on the ground, painting the bottom boards of the barn.
As we were painting, I got to talking about things and she mentioned that she had been talking to Dr. Johnson further about "my PERSONNEL manhood situation". She asked me if I had any stories to tell about the "WORK" program that had been worked out for all concerned. I said that I did not think that it was my place to tell stories and with that she agreed.