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Originally Posted by Torch_Man
A Twinkle in the Twilight Act 01
I'm one of a dying breed most folks would say. My name is Randy, I'm in my early forties, and I've been a handy man ever since I suffered an emotional collapse due to stress in the sacred halls of justice nearly 10 years ago. I've always been good with my hands so this seemed to be the logical transition. To wit: Law to labor.
Anyway, I received a phone call from Paul Watkins last evening telling me that his mother, Maude Watkins, had problems with the plumbing in her kitchen. She was a stubborn woman, and to the best of her ability, extremely independent. According to Paul, an English Professor at the local University, neither he nor his mother was able to resolve her problem. Ergo, my trip to the Watkins house bright and early this morning.
I knocked on the back door. Repairmen always go to the back door except in T. V. commercials.
"It's open," shouted an angry female voice.
I eased open the door and entered a small porch. From there I found a doorway leading to the kitchen, and I immediately knew that's where I was needed. From my vantage point I could see the doors beneath the kitchen sink wide open. I could also see most of a woman's butt protruding from the space under the sink. This butt was partially covered by a short housecoat type garment, but the part that was left bare was most interesting. For a moment I forgot what brought me to this particular spot.
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"Ma'am," I said clearing my throat.
"What?" the female voice barked. She continued to wrestle with the problem beneath the sink.
"Your son asked me to come by and see if I could help with your problem, Ma'am." I explained.
She was on all fours. She backed out of the hole in the cabinet but not without an involuntary display of fleshy ass cheeks in motion.
I was surprised that the sight went directly to my pecker. I could feel it swell slightly.
"I didn't ask for help," she said rather tersely. She turned and sat on the kitchen floor providing another provocative exhibit. She had full thighs and more than ample breasts. Her face was beginning to show mileage, but she had pleasant features. All in all, the vision was adding girth to my member.
"I think he was embarrassed because he could not repair your plumbing," I suggested, "so he asked me to lend a hand. I've had some experience with these matters."
"You have, huh?" she asked while eyeing me critically. Then after a brief pause, "Well, you can't do anything from up there. Come down here and take a look." She wiggled her butt in an effort to make room for me, but her efforts were of little help.