Every Saturday morning, I pick up bagels for the family from the neighborhood Jewish deli. This errand began like every other, but it did not end that way.
I walk into the deli to wait in line at the carryout counter. “Easy Lover” is playing over the speakers. I could not help but notice you standing in line in front of me. I have seen you around the neighborhood. Our kids go to the same school. Your name is Karen, or something like that (I think?). You are the type of milf that makes the other dads strain their neck to catch a peak. You must work out constantly because your body is very tight.
I first notice your cute little ass in those yoga pants – the expensive kind- lulu lemons or something. They always make a milfs ass look hot. You are also wearing a tight running bra/shirt – it squeezes your ample chest nicely. Your brown hair is pulled back in a perky little pony tail.
I get knocked out of my pervy trance by the sound of you yelling.