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shaqdeezl
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Admit it, you'd go to jail for this
Remember that shirt?? Oh, man.
I live in a small community just north of a big city. There's a small-time grocer in my neighborhood where both high school and college students are employed. For the last few months, this little bitch has been flirting with me. I've returned the harmless advances but it's never been anything to write home about.
Last night I'm in there buying some staples to get us through the week. No big deal. Just milk, bread, and some other ancillary bullshit.
Then there she is in the back of the store walking towards me. Black eye liner, perky little titties, and jeans tightly hugging her ass.
She's sporting a devilish smile. I ask, "What's up, girl?"
She says, "Just working" and grabs the front of my cart. Her perky tits are squeezed together and her nipples are about to rip through her shirt.
She reaches to give me a slip of paper - I could handle the titties, the smile, and the dark eye-liner but it's her giving me her cell number that gets my heart to racing.
I asked her, "How old are you?"
"19" is her answer in that deep, South Texas twang.
I said, "You know I'm nearly twice your age and married with kids and a mortgage, right?"
She says, "Oh, I know. But I figured if you ever got bored you could give me a call."
So, I nervously take the number and provide a sheepish grin trying to hide what this teenager was doing to me.
I finally respond with, "Maybe I'll give you a call some day."
"You definitely should," was her reply.
I quickly programmed her number into my telephone just in case I ever want to be an idiot.
I was only having two thoughts as I walked out of the store: "Holy shit why me?" and "Well, when you've got it - you've just got it!"
Remember that shirt?? Oh, man.
I live in a small community just north of a big city. There's a small-time grocer in my neighborhood where both high school and college students are employed. For the last few months, this little bitch has been flirting with me. I've returned the harmless advances but it's never been anything to write home about.
Last night I'm in there buying some staples to get us through the week. No big deal. Just milk, bread, and some other ancillary bullshit.
Then there she is in the back of the store walking towards me. Black eye liner, perky little titties, and jeans tightly hugging her ass.
She's sporting a devilish smile. I ask, "What's up, girl?"
She says, "Just working" and grabs the front of my cart. Her perky tits are squeezed together and her nipples are about to rip through her shirt.
She reaches to give me a slip of paper - I could handle the titties, the smile, and the dark eye-liner but it's her giving me her cell number that gets my heart to racing.
I asked her, "How old are you?"
"19" is her answer in that deep, South Texas twang.
I said, "You know I'm nearly twice your age and married with kids and a mortgage, right?"
She says, "Oh, I know. But I figured if you ever got bored you could give me a call."
So, I nervously take the number and provide a sheepish grin trying to hide what this teenager was doing to me.
I finally respond with, "Maybe I'll give you a call some day."
"You definitely should," was her reply.
I quickly programmed her number into my telephone just in case I ever want to be an idiot.
I was only having two thoughts as I walked out of the store: "Holy shit why me?" and "Well, when you've got it - you've just got it!"
