‘Why don’t you come over and have a drink with us?’ A big, dirty red-headed man, and the apparent leader of this ragtag group, was lurching towa...d Carmella as he spoke. ‘Can’t stand an uppity Mex. Maybe you’ll enjoy the company of some real men, once you get off your high horse!’ With that he crossed in front of Emerson to reach Mrs. Casey. Emerson had seen men like this often. He realized that a man that would accost a lady could not be dealt with in a civil manner. Through out Red’s tirade,. And, as we departed, we did encounter her wheel her trolley back into the store with only one item left in it. The first conversation in the attached story is verbatim as I recall it, the rest of the story is pure fiction. I have changed the names to protect the innocent and guilty alike.Shopping’s a chore I abhor, so only I accompany my wife Penny when my work shifts allow. Although we drive for a monthly stock-up at the out of town hypermarket across the county line, and a weekly trolley-ful. Sally pulled the robe together. “Oh – sorry, Dad. Does it bother you?” “No – I have seen you naked before!” I joked. “Yes but not so recently,” she smiled. “Um no, not recently.” “I didn’t turn out too bad did I?” she asked running her hand over her breast. “Well it really isn’t my place to comment on such things – but no, not too bad,” I confessed. In truth I thought she was gorgeous and my cock was responding to the visual cues. I shuffled slightly. Sally moved to the chair opposite and. “So, what are you waiting for?” Delia reiterated.Alberto couldn’t believe his luck and instantly thought about the bright future that now lay before him.In a flash, Alberto removed his clothing.“Wow, you are a big boy,” Delia exclaimed, as she looked at the large sausage hanging from Alberto’s hips.Without pause, Alberto now sprang into action. As he climbed on the bed her first kissed Delia’s lips, before moving his head down to her nipples. After nibbling on them, his next port of call was.