This could be a problem, shopping with my wife. Generally, for every ten minutes shopping, I spend twenty five searching for her! She "sees something ...hiny" and wanders off the path. Sometimes the phone is the only way to find her!"OK. The list is complete," she said, " I want to find some tapioca, and then visit toiletries. I'll go down this aisle, but I thought I saw some over there. You look."Over there was a sales item island in the main passageway. The main theme was cake mixes, but there. The pickup’s handier for 4×8 sheets of stuff andawkward type loads, and the van is better for stuffthat might get stolen or wet in the rain. Anyway, we’retaking a lunch break when this sports car pulls up, andout gets this drop-dead blonde dish, maybe midthirties. She’s got this big smile, and low cut typesheer blouse that shows her big firm braless breastsswaying slightly, and this short skirt and heels.She’s also wearing some fine jewelry so I know she’sgot. ” “I notice you say 'they' or a 'person'. ” She looked at me as if I had just come out of junior high. “Who said it had to be with a member of the opposite sex?” I backed away from that immediately and we dropped the subject. She had just mentioned a world with which I was totally unfamiliar. On the following Friday afternoon, she asked me my plans for Saturday. Even though we never inquired about each other’s private lives, I think she already knew I never had plans and that the weekends were. With my knees, I roughly spread her legs a little further. Without any manual guidance, I set my bowed penis head to the entrance of her drenched, swollen pussy. Then I plunge hard to the balls into her and begin pumping frantically. She struggles to get her arms free, but I keep them pinned, as I pound her with full, fast strokes, which causes her large breasts to morph and dance before my lustful eyes. Her initial look of shock and even fear, transforms to the look I am more familiar with ….