I just went to the grocery for the third time this week br My wife keeps running out of crap like coffee...or creamer br I never drink coffee...never...under any circumstances.... br I'm only addicted to the booze and masturbation br Just like the pervert hanging out in front of the store.... br I digress... br We walked hand in hand....she was feeling a little depressed br and needed my reassuring touch.... br Plate glass windows can add fifty pounds to a girl's figure br Sort of like those crazy carnival mirrors... br I am not sensitive about my weight....as long as I still see it.... br I'm okay if you know what I mean br I looked to my left and there was an extra plus size girl br She was like a mountain moving towards the automated doors br Three fifty and a few pounds more...tight jeans hanging down around bulging hips br and arms that wiggled like Jell-O on shaky kitchen table br I bid her 'Hello' and allowed her to enter ahead of us both br My wife looked at me like I was checking her booty out.... br I most definitely was...I confess...big women really turn me on.... br So.....moving on before I feel the urge br After paying for our purchases of ice cream sandwiches and pies br I chuckled to myself about my wife br She noticed my bemusement and was curious as to what br My cute little dirty old man grin was about.... br She asked me why? So I went on and told her...as the bluesman said.... br She'd forgotten the coffee and creamer...'Right' br But really that wasn't it at all... br Having followed the very large but still attractive girl around the store br Behind her blockade of denim....up and down every other aisle..... br I chuckled knowing my wife was now feeling good in her own body br And I would have room in the shower tonight...