No one was outside milling around, which I took as a good sign and decided to head into the grocery.When we emerged from the store, I was carrying two...bags and Kristy was sipping from a glass bottle of orange juice. Her sleeveless T-shirt pulled tight over her breasts and failed to cover the top of her jeans, giving the world a glimpse of her soft, flat tummy. A scruffy, powerfully built man in motorcycle gear standing out front of the grocery let out a wolf whistle and called out: "That is one. " My mind is racing, wondering what she is up to, as I push the stall door open. She is sitting on the small dressing room bench that is part of the shower room. Her legs are spread wide, one perched on the bench. One hand is holding a very hard tit, squeezing, pulling. Her other hand is buried between her legs...two fingers pounding her pussy. "Don't stand there! Bring your cock over here. I want to make it hard!" In two steps, I was in front of her. In one swift movement, she had my shorts. " I don't think there will be a problem. Do you know that they both asked me tonight if I could ask you to be our new Daddy." I have never been so honored in my life." I am asking you to be our new Daddy. I love you, please be our Daddy." Yes, the answer is yes, I have only known you for a day or two but I know that I never want to be apart from you. I love you." There are so many things we need to learn about each other. I don't know where to start. Do you go to church?" Not on a regular. Slowly that hand moved inside my trouser and touched my penis over the jockey!Of course, I knew it was Rashmi Akka’s hand. It was the first time a woman’s hand was touching my penis! My penis started to grow inside my jockey and suddenly, I got up and switched on the lamp and asked Rashmi Akka, “Hey, what are you up to?”She then openly confessed that she was missing her husband and she had sexual needs too. She was not interested to have sex with a stranger and requested me to help her.I.