"She went right and I turned left. Next it was the paint aisle. I smiled at her and said, "If this keeps up I may need to go to management and file a ...omplaint that I'm being stalked in their store."This got another laugh out of her and she said, "Please no, don't do that. If you do my husband will find out I spend my afternoons chasing men." Okay" I said, "Mums the word."She went down the aisle and I went the other way. As I pushed the cart I allowed my thoughts to dwell on her; nice ass,. "How do I stay here. Tell me how to please you like she does.Teach me?" I pleaded at the last."I can't teach you that." He said gently. "It's something shehas." Can you give it to me?"He didn't laugh, but his eyes were mirthful. Then he wasserious. "Would you give that up?" He pointed to my crotch. Whatdid he mean? I looked down into my knickers under my skirt, andsaw my penis, tiny and motionless. I hadn't played with it, ortouched it, or thought about it. It hadn't gone hard. I think. )Lying there my mind continuously pictured different parts of Jenny's body. Sometimes I pictured her exciting thighs; other times I conjured up a vision of her beautiful face; and still at other times her budding breasts captured my imagination. Although my mind flashed from one thing to another it was always about Jenny.My cock was staying hard from these thoughts. Lying there, not able to sleep, I allowed my hand to slip into my shorts and grasp and squeeze my cock. Jenny's parting words. ‘And yet, it happened,’ Jardin said. All three looked up at a sudden knocking at the door. Wanda tucked her blouse back into her jeans, though she didn’t bother doing it up, and answered the door, finding one of the chef’s assistants srood outside, holding a tray. ‘Chef thought you might like a light lunch,’ he said. Wanda thanked him and took the tray back to the small table in front of the sofa. It held a collection of cold meats and some salad, a few pickles and sides and some dressing,.