Of course, she remembers about him!

As Candy made her way through the supermarket, smiling and waving to all the familiar faces that she saw, the blond collected her groceries and pondered what else she could do to help the homeless man outside. She thought of the bags of clothing that they had collected for the local clothing drive, sitting in the spare bedroom at home. She was sure that there would be something that could fit the man and it would be so much better than the tattered outfit that he had on now.

She frowned as she remembered that her husband had asked her not to bring anymore homeless people home. The last time she had, they'd given the man a bed to sleep in for the night and he'd ended up stealing quite a bit from them during the night as they slept. 'But he wouldn't be spending the night,' Candy reasoned in her mind as she picked out some fresh vegetables for her cart, 'And after I feed him, he'll be gone and Andy wouldn't have to worry about it because he'd never even know he was there!' She smiled to herself as she decided that her plan would work best for everyone, giving the poor man everything he needed and keeping Andy happy as well, because she wouldn't tell him.

She checked out her groceries at the register while the bagboy checked out her plump funbags, and then she made her way out to the parking lot with her loaded cart. After dropping off her groceries in her trunk, she went back to homeless man with an extra bag of food for him.

His dirty face lit up as he saw her reappear, even before he spotted the bag that she carried. "An' there she is! Good as her word!" He clapped his hands together and held them pressed together in a praying motion. "I knew that ya wouldn't let me down. Missy!"

His excited greeting warmed Candy's heart and she squatted down close to him as she held out the bag to him. "Actually, my name's Candy, and if you like, I think I could do a little more to help you out if you like, Mister--?"

"Oh, Candy! I like that! A name as sweet as the girl!" He took the bag from her and looked inside as he told her his name. "Ain't nobody called me mister in a long time, but those who do know me call me LM. "

"LM?" Candy repeated with a quizzical expression. "Are those your initials?"

The man looked up from the bag, debating if he should tell the nice lady the reason for the initials. Deciding it couldn't hurt, he shrugged and replied, "Sorta. Intials for my nickname anyway. People used to call me Loose Meat, but then it just shorted up to LM after a while."

"Loose Meat? Is that because you used to work in a kitchen or something?"

LM's eyes darted to the meaty bulge that ran down his pantleg, unrestrained by any underwear. "Yeah," he finally responded. "Cuz I worked in kitchen. That's it all right."

"Well, Mister Meat," Candy said with her wide grin returning, "If you like, I can get you a hot shower, a hot meal and a new outfit for you. Does that sound good to you?"

LM's lips curled up in a grin as well, when her heard Candy call him Mister Meat. "That does sound fine, Candy! A hot shower sounds real good to me! An' some new clothes do too!" LM climbed to his feet, making sure to fold up his cardboard sign and tuck it into his bag of groceries. "You lead the way an' I will follow, Sweet Candy!"

Candy was surprised by his height as he stood, towering over the blond by at least a foot. She waved for him to follow as she headed back toward her car. "The car's over this way," she said as she went back to her car trunk. "Just let me get a plastic bag to put over the car seat." Candy popped open the trunk and leaned inside as she searched for the garbage bag. "I hope you don't mind..."

LM stood back far enough that he could take in the view of Candy bent over her car trunk, watching those tight white short creeping up even higher on her peach of an ass as she leaned inside. "No problem at all," he said with a hungry grin as he felt the bulge in his pants swell again, creeping down his thigh as it grew.