Then she smiled at me, lifted her T-shirt up over her head, and tossed it across the kitchen. XXNX Gretchen was wearing the tightest pair of blue jeans that I had ever seen and she was wearing a T-shirt that said, “Cranberry Bog.”
She helped me get my stuff into the back of her pickup and then drove me to her farm. She pressed her hard nipples into my chest, gave me a big hug, and then I got a kiss on the cheek. So just having turned sixteen years old I was off. It took us all morning but we managed to fill that flatbed with containers and almost emptied that bog. I wasn’t hard to find since I was the only one to get off that bus. The truth be know they were also the only set of breasts that I had ever seen.
