My friend Matt’s mom worked at the doughnut shop on the corner after he graduated from high school. She said it kept her young and active.

She’d always been a gym rat, so I’m not sure how much more active she needed to be. But stopping in for a bear claw and watching her ass in tight jeans when she bent over to bag it … well, that was a treat.

My lust for her lingered and simmered in the back of my mind. But I’ll admit I’d forgotten about my crush until I came home at the end of my second year of college.

When I drove past the doughnut shop, I thought of her and wondered if she still worked there.

I turned my car into the parking lot on a whim and walked inside the shop. I was always in the mood for a doughnut.

I was greeting by a perfect ass... Read More