You’ve been following me around the grocery store for 20 minutes, watching my round lush ass as I stroll through the aisles. You think I don’t notice, right? You think you’re keeping a proper distance. But it’s late at night, and there aren’t a lot of people around, and I’ve had my eye on you all the way from the produce section. You think I was stroking that long English cucumber because I really wanted to pick the right one? Any cucumber will do in a salad, but I wanted to get your attention and see you get a hard-on that the grocery basket won’t hide. When I slipped it down between my triple-D tits, I thought you were going to cream right there in the cantelope. I could see the look on your face. Was I shoplifting or titty-fucking?
