OK! I don't need to shop at Costco, but something about stalking middle aged, married women with kid's just feels so right. Yes I mean milf hunting. I was doing my fourth circuit of sample stands when I saw her. Forty, sweat pants, and a pony tale to round out the image. She was pushing a cart filled to the brim with a toddler on top. I could tell by the six pack of shaving cream their was a man involved. The gold band confirmed it. I veered off threw the power tool isle. Drills, power washer, my therapist is going to have a field day. I catch sight of her rummaging threw a case of apples. My Eve. It is my standard procedure to check the butt first. I could tell by her pantie lines that she was not wearing a thong, but definitely high cut. Cotton? Silk? The possibilities are endless. That their child bearing hips is fact. Her bulky sweatshirt could not hide her small, and probable saggy now breasts. UMMMM! Not an ugly girl, but comfortable in the doable range ( see past blog). With perfect math I calculate how best to intercept her by the sample cheese cake stand. We stand around waiting for some samples to be put out, and catch each others eyes. We node, and say hello. That's it. What were you expecting?