My name is Wally; I'm the town handy man. My Daddy had this job for more than thirty years before he passed and left it to me.
I remember people talking when I was very young saying that I was too dumb to go to school. So I never did. When I was a young teen my Daddy took me along on his jobs and by the time I was eighteen I was almost as good at fixing things as he was. I'm twenty three now and Daddy is laid to rest next to Mommy.
I still live in the same house I was born in and use the same tools my Daddy had.
Mrs. Penn over on West Street called me a few weeks ago asking that I paint her back porch. She had the paint and all I had to do was go over there on the next nice day and spend a few hours giving her back pouch a coat of paint.
It was Saturday afternoon when I arrived and after a few minutes of talking I got to the job and Mrs. Penn went into the house.
About an hour into the job I heard a nose and a scream. I dashed into the house and not seeing Mrs. Penn I went up the stairs. I found her all tangled up in what turned out to be her own dress. It had caught on the top rung of the ladder, as she started down. She then fell pulling her skirt up over her head and the waist of her dress all the way up to her arm pits. She had been up on the ladder dusting cob webs off the paddle fan. She kind of looked like a trash bag pulled tight at the top except she was in the bag.
She kicked the ladder over as she fell hitting the corner of the bed which had a pointed bed stead post. As she fell she got all twisted around and the small post caught her panties and jerked them down to one knee. She was still locked onto the ladder and she ended up on the floor head down, one leg hooked around the bed post one leg dangling all crazy like with the ladder lying across the bed locking her in place.
I ran into the bedroom then stopped as I could not tell which way was up or down. Mrs. Penn was whimpering and making muffled sounds but all I could see where her hands clamped together sticking out of the top of her skirt.
I did notice her butt was pointed up at a crazy angle and naked as the day she was born. Hanging from the bed post with one leg twisted around it and her panties pulled to the side and down to the knee of one leg was kind of funny looking. I had to laugh.
But right away I knelt down and ask if she was hurt.
She said nothing was broke as far as she could tell. She was crying and told me to get her out of this fix.
I said I would. But first I had to figure out how best to do just that. I sat on the floor looking at her bare ass. She had a nice plump ass and hanging the way she was by her panties. I also had a good look at the pink little crack all gapped open with the other leg dangling the way is was.
I tool the dangling leg and started to lift when she screamed saying that it hurt. I rested that leg on my knees. That seemed to relieve the pain some. But my face was just inches away from her butt hole.
I'm not a virgin and I do know about sex and all that stuff. I had learned most of the sex stuff from a lady that took care of my Daddy in his last few months.
