Kind of a good/bad memory for me.

We had an older milkman for a long time. I liked him. He delivered Sealtest® milk...and bread, cakes, pie, cottage cheese, etc...(geezzzz I miss their Garden Style cottage cheese...mmmmmmm!)

My mom would allow him in for coffee from time to time. He was a sweet old guy and had lots of interesting stories that he'd tell us.

Then he retired and we got a younger milkman. Had him for nearly a year when he discovered I was pregnant (I was showing like crazy...and I was only 15). I guess he thought I might be easy since I was so young, yet pregnant. He came in one day to drop off our delivery and pulled me into his arms and tried to feel my breasts. I pushed him away and called for my mother. He left in a hurry! I told my mom what happened and she called Sealtest and we never saw that milkman again!


Hmmmmmmmmmmm...wonder what happened to that pedophile?

OMG...I just realized the correlation between the milkman trying to feel my breasts and the title of this thread! Oh...I am a sick pup!

Leaving now!

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