Shelly took stock of the situation, and decided using her better judgement, it would not be practical to try to initiate something now. She was pleased, however, that she had a way to see him again.
She subconsciously ran her hand over her ample, round ass, thanking whatever powers that be for gracing her with a dump truck.
"The big boys always like the ass," she smirked to herself.
She did her best to avoid their notice, and left the mall. She would need to plan a few things. First, she'd need to invite them to dinner. Perhaps under the guise of wanting to get to know Susan better? She'd also need some alone time with her son. She knew if she could just strut her stuff, he wouldn't be able to help himself.
After all, he may be hung like the biggest of men, but he probably still had the libido of a boy. He'd fuck anything if it offered!
And offer she planned to.