Recent Blogs: 8TH STREET LATINAS both made our way up front, trying as carefully as we dared to keep an eye on Mrs. Green as she continued pushing her shopping cart up one isle and down the other. It was soon obvious that she was just about finished as she reached the last isle, and turned.
Nick and I all but sprinted towards that last isle, hoping to catch a glimpse of her as she removed the cucumber from her pussy. But she was too careful for that, obviously stopping at the end of the isle to do so before continuing on.
"Nick?" We both heard Denise calling out. "Would you mind bagging please?"
An older woman had reached the checkout line well ahead of Mrs. Green. And as luck would have it, Denise spotted Nick first.
"Shit!" he exclaimed under his breath, already heading off to help bag her groceries. Catching a slight movement out of the corner of my eye, I knew it had to be Mrs. Green. As it happened, there were several items on the shelf that needed straightening, so I made some pretense of doing that as she passed behind me. Turning, I looked directly at her and smiled. She smiled back.
