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Did you ever run into someone so hot it makes you drool that you don't know and, for whatever reason, hang around with them for a bit? Like in a doctor's office or something like that. Then, by sheer luck, they start talking to you, but by that time, you have already fucked them 10 times in your head. The conversation is awkward because, in my head, I have already opened my legs for them and let them slip their magically perfect penis into my guts. Hard to see them any other way. Just saying. I was doing that yesterday at the appliance store. Some kid, probably early 20s, some mother's son, was so delicious I had to squeeze my thighs together because he was making my vagina buzz. He wasn't my sales guy, but someone showed up who must have been important because my sales guy handed me off to him when they showed up. But when he introduced himself, I could only picture his testicles in my mouth. I must have given off some hungry beast vibe because I could tell I was making him nervous. I openly flirted with him, but he returned zero my way. He wasn't interested. Thats okay. I fucked him 10 times in my head and once with my vibrator when I got home. I don't need any more appliances, but I feel the need to go back to that store. I am officially the perverted old lady now.