When I was 28, I always shopped at our local grocery store. It was a very nice place to shop, with very friendly staff. My favorite was a young man that would always run to my lane when I went to check out. Actually, he and his fellow male buddies would follow me around the store just hoping that I would bend over to get a can of corn or a box of something. I would always wear short skirts and high heels, and no panties when I shopped. They were so cute. This young fella would bag my groceries and ask if I needed help carrying my things to my car. I always said yes. One day I asked his name,… 阅读更多内容