While still in senior high school having just turned 18, I was hired by my next-door neighbour’s to cut their grass during the summer months. Since it paid $2.50 a week – a lot of money in 1957 – I was glad to get the work. I was a skinny kid with a major case of shyness and acne and was a real loner.
Mrs Hart (she kept trying to get me to call her Sheila), was in her early forties while her husband Earl was in his late forth decade. She was, at least to me, a real looker; now that I am aware of measurements, likely a near perfect 34-29-35, with smallish breasts that always jiggled when she walked. I must admit, when she brought me out a Click to read more