Clothes shopping

I wondered to myself what her first errand was as her slip ons made crunching noises as she made her way across the parking lot, my nose prodding her asshole with every step. Every once in awhile, she would have to step over a pothole or crack, her ass jiggling around my head and the harder impact smashing my face rougher against her hole, which would result in a soft moan or wimper. The sound of a sliding door and the faint tingle of new age music drifting down from the ceiling announced we were finally at her designation, the strong fragrant aroma making me guess it was some type of clothing store. Her walking slowed, stopping occasionally to probably look at clothes. When she would stop, she would shift her weight from foot to foot, successfully grinding my head with her meaty ass while she just stood in place.