I put the makeup in my cart and proceed to the food part where I sneak the makeup into my backpack. I get my food and proceed to the checkout, I pay. ...s I'm walking to the door I get a tap on my shoulder, I look behind me and it's a cop. I pause and decide if I should run or not, I just stand there and ask "what's happening?". The officer says I'm being arrested for shoplifting and he's going to search my bag and me. He tells me to put my hands on the wall and I do, he feels what seems like. These teens slowly herded all of us away from the mothers watching us. The adults could see us, but we were too far to see what was going on. The older guys were telling the girls we had some nice tits as some girls they knew walked up the group. Soon the boys were convinced to whip it out to show the girls. The boys then wanted the girls to give them a show. Only one of the boys with us had anything to show and none of us girls had even the first hair between their legs. That had no impact on. In fact, for weeks he constantly flirted, following me around the house, getting more and more naughty with his remarks and grinning at me. It became obvious that my young son had ideas about fucking me.I did not discuss this with him but there was no mistaking the signals. I knew he wanted to fuck me — and, as it was some time since I’d had a hard cock, I was truly tempted. So, I came to a decision: if Sam made the first move, I wouldn’t stop him…It’s early evening and we’ve just finished. I pulled the door open without standing right in front of it and waited while they came in, stamping off the snow and staring at me. My nipples were hard as pebbles, and my shaved pubis was easily visible beneath the translucent fabric. "Holy Shit, Marcus! You wasn't shittin'! How da fuck did you find her??" This was the older boy, speaking to the one who had approached me. Not a word had yet been said to me. In that regard, their eyes did all the talking. And what they said made me.