Talk to Mrs. Storm.

You have to get some vegatables anyway, so you head over towards the Latina Milf and take in the sight of her tight ass in her form fitting pants.

"Hey, Mrs. Storm," you say as you wheel your cart past her. She is wearing a lowcut blouse with a lace trim and you sneak a quick peak at her bronzed cleavage before she looks up at you.

"Oh! Hi..." She smiles at you but you can tell from the quizzical way that she looks at you that she can't quite remember who you are. "I'm sorry," she says. "I know that I know you from somewhere, but I just can't..."

"It's John," you say with a smile as you reach out and shake her hand. You don't notice it but her nostrils flare a little a they catch the scent of your body spray. "I live just upstairs from you in the building."

"Oh, that's right! I remember you now... Nice to see you again." She turns back to the vegetables and resumes her shopping.

The fact that she seems to blow you off so quickly is a little irritating, but you decide to push it a little further. You reach into one of the vegetable bins near her and pull out a large cucumber. "The cucumbers look good today," you say trying to keep the conversation running.

"Mmmm, I suppose," she says without looking up at you. She catches another, larger whiff of the body spray.

"Don't you like a nice firm cuke, Mrs. Storm?"

She finally looks up at you and you phallic vegetable and says, "To tell the truth, John, the veggies are for the rest of my family. I've always been more of a meat eater." The look in her eyes now reminds you of a lion watching it's prey. She glances back and forth to check for anyone around you and then says, "So what I really want is a nice big Kielbasa sausage."

You look down suddenly as you feel her hand press against your crotch and then look back up into her hungry eyes.

"Do you think that you could help me with that, John?"