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RubberWitch -> Paper or plastic? (12/15/2006 1:51:38 PM)
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So, a 40 yo is doing her weekly grocery shop, when she spots a beautiful check-out clerk. he's in his 20's, tousled hair, gorgeous body, and she begins feeling...itchy
She wanders round the shop, picking up bread, milk, but it seems every time she turns an aisle, he's there. And he is sooo hot.
Eventually she sets her eyes on her shopping list and tells herself he's too young, and she's married, and besides, she really shouldn't be thinking like that.. though that itch is growing by the second
She gets to the counter, unloads her trolly (discarding the whipped cream and condoms that she's picked up totally sub-concoiously), and as she's fishing for her credit card, she looks up and sees it's the beautiful boy bagging her groceries.
He offers to carry the bags to her car, and she nods in agreement, not trusting herself to speak. As she watches him walk out, she notices what a tight arse he's got, what a gorgeous body under his cheap store-uniform shirt, and she's feeling really turned on, more ichy inside than her hasband has ever made her feel. She decides, its now or never, and leans in behind him, and in her most seductive voice says into his ear "I've got an itchy pussy"
The guy halts, looking slightly embarrased, and darts his eyes around, before saying...
"You'll have to point it out for me ma'am, I'm no good with these Japanese cars"
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