I had to agree with him, I had also noticed she had earlier wheeled her trolley past the basket queue, bypassing the main tills. And, as we departed, ...we did encounter her wheel her trolley back into the store with only one item left in it. The first conversation in the attached story is verbatim as I recall it, the rest of the story is pure fiction. I have changed the names to protect the innocent and guilty alike.Shopping’s a chore I abhor, so only I accompany my wife Penny when my work shifts. I see now why you wanted to give Leah a horse, Clint, Loni said. She's almost as magnificent as the horse she's riding.I noticed she gave the horse top billing. I didn't respond.Are you connected? Loni said.I am. Leah and that stallion were made for each other, I said."Next up, Dr. Loni Masterson's beautiful chestnut mare with a flaxen mane and tail." Then Ellen stated the horse's registered name and pedigree. "Loni named her Saffron, Saffy for short. She's ridden by Owen Johnson, Refuge's. Her future spouse came from a family where both mother and father had c***dren by previous marriages as well as some together. Except for the future groom, all were girls and all from 16 years old and up.Again, to save money, the mothers bought material and started sewing the dresses for the bridesmaids, most of whom were the groom's sisters. They chose a bright forest green satin-like material and a pattern that hugged the body rather close. All the girls had ample bosoms and none were skinny. It was sort of a revenge and anger which overtook me that night!I came on top of her and started kissing her all over… Her sweet aromatic perfume drove me crazy! I went near her armpits…First I licked for a while the made it wet with my saliva and then kissed it!I came down and bit her tummy making it red. She looked like a perfect slave at that time!She was moaning loudly ah ah ummmm ahh but was unable to say anything.I slapped her boobs till they were red!Then I came up and pulled her panties.