Just got back from the grocery store and the new 19-year-old bag boy with the tribal tattoo on his forearm definitely made my day. The way his biceps flexed while loading those watermelons... Jesus. I had to squeeze my thighs together right there in the checkout lane. Stan would have a heart attack if he knew how wet my panties got imagining that kid's thick cock pounding me against the produce section. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to just let go and fuck a stranger's brains out in the parking lot. Then I remember I have to get home and make meatloaf. The eternal struggle of a faithful wife! 😈