A strange overheard conversation

Wheeling into the local Walmart's parking lot, I locked my bike onto a metal bar with a chain my mother had recently bought after an announcement from the police department of more frequent thefts in our rural town.

The automatic door opened, a pleasant sound ringing in the modified store, a moderate breeze flowing into my pale face, my eyes locking on the aisle which was filled with my first target: Milk

Almost bouncing through the hallways, vegetables and fruits on both of my sides, I quickly reached my destination, adjusting my hard dick to properly fit my tight jeans, a formidable bulge forming in my crotch.

My hand mindlessly trailed along the refrigerators, my eyes scrutinizing the shelves for the cheapest milk with the lowest percentage of fat.

Some cougars' chuckling from the side attracted my attention, their hands covering their mouths as they pointed at my jutting erection, whispering and taunting me with their full, hemispheres of their pregnant bellies.

Those stomachs were taut to the brim of tearing. Saying they looked birth-ready was an understatement. An appropriate description would be that they appeared overdue in the 12th month or in the final stages with twins or even triplets!

"She really proved her magic to me. My skin has never been cleaner and my hair never healthier. You wouldn't believe the soothing feeling I experienced when she unleashed her behemoth’s juices upon me."

Despite actually having somewhat acceptable, respectable manners, I intently eavesdropped on the two ladies talking about what I could only deem as a spa visit.

My passing halted their agitated conversation, the joyous voice dying down immediately upon my presence was palpable to them.

Yet the silence didn't prevail as the same blonde woman continued: "No way Marla would I tell my husband. He wouldn't understand that I and probably you as well have needs which need to be tended to. Needs he cannot satisfy but she can. Needs you never knew you felt until you feel her trailing along your chest and bottom." Suddenly the woman quivered violently, my thoughts racing and my humanity battling with the desire to simply not help her during her seizure.

But she promptly recovered, panting and harshly clutching her friend’s shoulder, her face a tone of red mirroring a tomato as she tried to calm her trembling legs and dripping pussy, judging from the wet spot on the bottom of her trousers.

I left the store with less than my mother had tasked me with getting, eyes wide in surprise and disgust at the horrible world we live in where people cheat on the person who they pledged their life to and the strange things people do and experience in public!

Maybe I should book Orihime a spa visit with me to compensate for my failed surprise.

Of course she wouldn't cheat on me. Especially if I were in the same room.