I am so bad, I have wandering eyes. All those female customers that come into the shop. They must see me looking them up and down. My mind going wild trying tongues what underwear they have in, or even if they have any at all.
I know some of them like it, I’ve had my fare share of views down their tops, or they grouch down showing off their legs. On occasion catching a glimps of their knickers.
I have great control, I don’t get a hard on, that wouldn’t be good,.
I often fantasise about what we could do together, when the shop was closed, their are cameras everywhere, would be sooo good to see it played back.
I wonder how many women I have fantasised about fucking in my life, it must be hundreds.
The best bit is when they are leaving and I wait to see if they turn round to look at me, or catch me looking at them. That glint in their eye.
I also wonder if they go home and mastubate or even fuck their other half, I may have got them hot and bothered with my attention
One day it will all come true
I like wives, it’s such a turn on.