Mine has to do with language, nothing more, but it was pretty embarassing. We live in the Bible Belt and people still call each other Sir and Ma'am. Keep this in mind when you read my story.

Woodsman and I were in his shop and I was dialing my son's girlfriend's house on the portable telephone. I had just finished dialing the number, when Woodsman came up to me and unceremoniously reached under my dress, around my panties into my crotch and plunged his fingers into me. All of which would have been fine if it had not so happened that he apparently had not washed his hands well enough of one of the chemicals he was using and my sensitive tissue began to burn.

"I looked at him exasperated and raised my voice (it was almost a scream because it hurt). "Stop, (insert Woodsman's real name here), its burning. You are contaminating my pussy!"

At that moment I looked down at my hand and saw the phone.
I put the phone to my ear and my son's girlfriend's father said,
"Hello? Hello?"

I hung up.

The father has never said a word about that call.