Immaculately groomed, impeccably dressed, and wafting perfume with a stern face. She must have been about 50, a woman of my fantasies. Mature, voluptu...us, with huge breasts, not concealed but emphasised, by her harshly cut power-suit. Under a cascade of shiny black hair, her expression was one of total disdain and withering superiority. Clearly in command of this department store. It took me only seconds to appreciate that she was exactly the kind of dominant female that I had always lusted. Her fantastic body glistened as she posed for their inspection."My God!" the fat man gasped. "I never saw so much woman in all my life! Damn! She's got more tit and ass that I ever imagined could be on a woman. Damn! All that, and not an ounce of fat!"He cupped one of her tits. Baldy, however, was doing more than just admiring. He already had his shirt off and was dropping his pants in preparation for real action. His long, lean cock came upright as he pulled his shorts down. He patted his. He’s hurt me with this, I think he deserves the same in return don’t you?’ she replied with mock sincerity. ‘Forgive me Mrs Hounslow but you don’t look or act like you’re hurt?’ Kris had no clue where this was going but she was way too calm. The friend was turned on, of that he was in no doubt. She looked like she wanted to eat him. The wife though? She was just still and serene like they were talking about an overdue library book. ‘Oh? Well OK, not hurt per se. More like elated. Your dick has. The lights blinked as I stared through peephole in the metal door. Nobody there but sunshine and the billboard that always smiled back. God I hate that thing. ‘Is anybody there?’ I asked. ‘Wake up! We are going to be late for the movie. Do you know what time it is?’ Immediately sprang back. ‘My alarm clock broke. You know that. So what time is it?’ ‘It is already passed four.’ Replied the coal-headed woman, peering back at me though the hole. ‘Movie? But we were supposed to do that tomorrow.’.