The thoughts of flashing my cock to Elen were making me hard and I wondered if I could keep my cock down long enough for it to fall out of my shorts, ...hen Elen was sitting across from me. I went down to find Jane at the sink doing some washing up, her cute butt wriggling as she played with dishes. I stood in the doorway watching her as I'd done many a time before when we were married. That usually ended with me coming up behind her and grabbing her tits kissing her neck, which is her weak spot,. Omar was older than either Marta or I, but he had nine c***dren he had father with two wives (in Zambia, where he came from, multiple wives were not out of the ordinary). Having another baby, but with a different woman, was apparently not an impediment for him; and, if anything, I had gotten the distinct impression that for him, making yet another baby (and with a married white European woman like Marta), was like the icing on the cake; and another proof of his manhood! I'd joked with Marta. They were rapidly becoming erect, due to the changing rooms temperature. I caught his stare. Do you like my titties? I teased, seeing that he was getting turned on. Another swallow. No answer though. I decided to force one. I walked forward, right up in front of him, so the tips of my nipples were pressing against his chest. Well….? He nodded. I smiled, satisfied. I snaked my hand down to grasp his, hanging by his side, and pulled it up, between us, letting his hand linger on my right breast,. I walked on into the store trying to subdue the tremor of excitement that had crept into my body just after the pit bull had started trying to hump me.There were around a dozen persons waiting for prescriptions to be filled by two pharmacists and another six persons going down the aisles looking for variety of items on the shelves. I found a bored looking assistant and gave her my list of things I needed. She was helpful and quickly found my items, including a wire basket I had forgotten to.