”“Yeah ... Me too.”“Did Heather have a good time?” Alana asked.“Yeah, totally. We were all pretty bummed to have to leave like that.”“...ave you and her ever ... done something like that?”I glanced at Alana, but she was staring at the wall of stars. “Like what?”“I had the feeling that Heather had some kind of plan that night. She took over Miss Ellie, you know.”“Yeah, well, she always has a bunch of crazy plans going on!”“I believe that. Do you think ... Well, this is maybe getting too out there. She looked so sexy and helpless. I just had to have her. Suddenly she turned over to lay on her back and I ducked for cover. I was afraid that she caught me spying on her. Then I heard a slight snore from her. Whew! I thought to myself. I got up and looked at her laying on her back. Her shirt was barely covering her crotch area now. It seems that turning over caused her shirt to rise a little. My dick was hard as a rock. I just wanted to stick my hard dick in her pussy right then and there, but. Focus! I pushed past the donuts, pies, rolls, breads, cakes. Damn, sabotage my diet. But I prevailed. I was determined to win. I grabbed bananas, grapes and apples. I’d take the spare one homes. If I made it home, I told myself. I grabbed some crackers and cheese in a can then headed to the check out counter. Inwardly I pleaded for the cashier not to be that woman that never smiles. But as I’m sure you can guess. . . there she was. Blue-haired, loose dentured, ben-gay smelling Depressing Diva.. Her plump ass was pointing right at me. I could see the outline of her thong through her dress pants. I was surprised that she would be wearing a thong instead of granny panties. This instantly got me hard. When she turned around and I knew she noticed my hard on by the shocked look on her face. I said sorry about that. She said it was okay and came close to me and gripped it in her hand. She said she had not gotten any for a few years since her divorce. She got on her knees, unzipped my pants.