Forget it. Nothing’s worse than risking her being too young.

You act as the horn-dog that you are and pretend to finish reading the article, slowly inching toward the counter to get a few more heavenly whiffs of this angel?s scent and then finally decide you?ve given yourself enough **** for the day. Perhaps a good whacking off will clear your head of such silly ideas as getting involved with a girl fresh out of school.

She waves and thanks you for coming in as you leave. Her high soprano voice is so distracting, and you turn back to say thanks in return? not seeing the person coming into the store at the same time. The young mother pushing the stroller, let?s out a surprised shout, ?Excuse me!? before you stop short of tripping over her stroller.

The woman is in her late twenties and you quickly note there is no ring on her finger. She?s short, brunette?with the hair pulled back into a wrapped bun on the back of her head?modestly dressed, and hiding a rather large and well curved rack. It?s hard not to stare but you find that you can do little else. ?I?m sorry? I didn?t see you. My fault,? you stammer.

?It?s okay,? she says, begrudgingly, checking to see that the child is unshaken. She squats down and you notice her ass is just as nicely shaped. Oh, you pray there isn?t a husband. Maybe she?s divorced or maybe she?s a nanny and this is her charge. It?s possible the child is a niece or nephew. Hell, at this rate, even if she was married, you are tempted to give it a try anyway.