The blue ribbed glass bottle.

With the opening of the shop door the bell tingled.  

Mabel Newbe made her way towards the counter.   She was fully naked.  Her full amble breasts hung laden with milk. 

A young creature saddled on her child bearing hips.  The child's lips engulfed one red coloured nipple.

Mr. Bridge was waiting to serve her.  His thoughts were not pure. Coloured by mixed ambitions and desires. 

'Good morning' he said, with a little tip to his forehead.  'Trust you are well this fine morning?’ he continued. His eyes owning the view before him.

'Very,' was her reply.  Straightening her hat, placing the child to the floor.

Mr. Bridge watched as she accomplished both deeds before enquiring... 'how may I be of service?  Knowing how to service Mabel.

Her eyes left his voluntarily and proceed to concentrate upon the glass bottles on the shelf behind him.

He watched as her eyes glided across before settling upon a blue ribbed glass bottle with a screw lid.     

Pointing at it.  'I'll take that one please,' she said.

Mr. Bridge asked. 'Will there be anything else?

'No,' was her reply. 

Mr. Bridge watched as she lifted the child from the floor, placing it back on her hip. 

She slapped the small hand of the child as it attempted to own the red coloured nipple.

Mabel turned to leave. 

Mr. Bridge watched the free flowing movement of her full amble breasts.  His eyes focusing on her rounded buttocks.

Mr. Bridge opened the door.  The bell tingled. He wiped his fingers on his trousers. He thanked her for her custom.

Mabel smiled and said.   See you tonight Mr. Bridge.  Yes, he replied.  

She looks great naked he thought.....