Custom Harvest

Tammy was just like Jenny, easy to talk to and seemed very open. I figured I’d harmlessly flirt with her as I’m sure she wouldn’t mind considering her recent comments. I kept up some harmless comments like that she looked great and lots of guys I know would love to take you out and she continued to blush and be bashful about it. It was when I said “It’s a good thing I saw Jenny first or I’d be trying to live out my Milf fantasy’s!” Tammy looked at me puzzled, I could tell she didn’t know what a milf was. “What’s a milf fantasy?” I was shocked, surely somebody at the hospital had made a milf comment to her before. “You know, a Milf? Mom I’d like To F……? Young guy walks downstairs and sees a Milf cooking him breakfast in a robe. How small is this town anyways? You have Internet right?” I laughed out loud. Tammy laughed too, “yes we have Internet but it’s slow!” With that she motioned for me to have a seat and said breakfast was ready.

I went and sat at the table and she grabbed the pan of scrambled eggs and headed my way. This was when I said “Right now is when your robe is supposed to come open and I get a peek of your boobs when you bend over to serve the eggs!” She smirked, put the eggs on my plate, served herself and put the pan back on the stove and turned to grab the plate of sausages. “Does it have to be eggs?” Tammy questioned. “Nope, anything will do, toast, juice or sausages!” Tammy was still turned away from me as I sipped coffee. I could tell she was fiddling with something and when she turned around I knew what….her robe had quite the gap when she turned around and her breasts were very much on display. At first I wasn’t sure if I should comment on her robe or pretend I didn’t notice. She ended my thinking quickly when she asked if this is how the milf thing works? I swallowed hard and tried to act cool and said “ya, you’re getting it close to figured out!”