"I understand, all right." The forty-four-year-old grocery owner slumped lower still, as if considering the weeks of hard work that would lie ahead before he found a replacement. Then he held up his hands resignedly.

"Becky, you've got my blessings," he said decisively. "For a woman your age, love is more important than anything else. I'll admit, it's not going to be easy around here for the next few weeks, but I can handle it. You obviously want to look for work at that Crenshaw place as soon as possible. Well, you've got my blessings. And I'll give you a good recommendation to boot!"

"Oh, Mr. Nelson!" Becky gushed. "Oh, gosh, you're just so wonderful!"

Becky couldn't resist jumping up and giving him a big hug. Her intentions were purely platonic, but she hadn't thought of the effect that mashing her huge mammaries on his chest would have on the lecherous, middle-aged grocer.

When the hug ended, Nelson had obviously been affected by it. His face was flushed, and something big and stiff was rising quite prominently behind his zipper. Becky stood in front of him, a tantalizing line of cleavage showing in her V-neck blouse. Nelson took a long, significant look at her tits.

"And I might as well tell you, I'm going to miss looking at you too, Becky!" he sighed. "You may only be nineteen, but you've got just about the most unbelievable pair of tits I've ever seen in my life!"

"Oh, Mr. Nelson! You dirty old man," Becky chided.

And she started to smile in the way she usually did around him, indicating that she didn't mind his sexual teasing, but, unfortunately, couldn't do anything about it.

Then, Becky thought better of it. Again she looked at her kindly older boss, and this time her eyes went straight for his bulging crotch.

Gosh, Mr. Nelson sure did have a big-looking cock! And now that she'd broken up with Mitch, there really wasn't any reason she couldn't give Mr. Nelson exactly what he wanted!