Ok coming back to the story my friend’s wife requested me to accompany with her as such it is the habit of my friend that he’ll never accompany wi...h her shopping.Reluctantly i said ok in front of my friend but once we entered inside she went to the saree section and i stood behind her and started pressing my dick on her buttocks as such i am her husband protecting her from crowd and she pushed her buttocks to the back and received my pressings also i asked her to give me the baby when i took. Tall, with long shiny auburn hairthat glistened under the neon light. I guessed she was aboutthirty...maybe... I'm hopeless at guessing ages. What attracted me wasthe way she moved. She didn't so much walk as she glided, moving withthe elegant grace of a preying cat and as I looked around the storeevery eye was on her. I was transfixed and instantly in love. Herbeautiful pouty lips moved as she ran her tongue over them. Every guy inthe store stood motionless afraid to move but it was me she. Occasionally I would be caught and called a perv, but there were those times when the girl would kinda smile and slyly let that neckline fall lower and lower until the only obstacle of a nip-slip was a pink laced bra. Unfortunantly my classes were only a half hour, but after school, I was in for another treat. Most people wanted to go home to spend time with their friends, or hang out at the mall, or be with their girlfriend. Personally, I didn't have many friends, the prospect of the mall was. My insides were alive, despite being emotionally drained from the climax. I wanted more, my inner slut energised. More bucking, more spanking, more unrestrained cries, more suffocating orgasms as his hot, fat cock invaded my wettest, tightest places. He made me feel new. My mind reeled, alert. I pictured us rounding out the evening in the sumptuous room, him peeling off my dress leaving me in nothing but the boots, finishing with the bottle on ice by the coffee table, giggling like teenagers..