MILFs were a stockboys best friend.  They were just about the only little piece of joy that us stockboys could get during an average day of physical labor while being surrounded by the elderly and the ugly - say for the super special occasional stripper - let alone the MILF stripper, who is an entire post to herself.

Anyways, there was this one MILF that all of us dudes that worked in the store called Houston, based off of the fact that she had a stiking resemblence to Houston the porn star.

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The faux Houston never had a wedding band on, and her arrivals to our little discount drug store was each of our walking wet dreams. 

She always dressed to sexy yet elegant, had her make up done to a tee, each strand of her hair looked as though it was meticulously placed in its own personal spot, and she never had anything but the most perfect tan.  That tan was always something that I personally always wondered about - particularly how little there might have been to the actual tan lines, if any.  Plus she always gave us a little eye contact and the slightest of smiles, sometimes an actual hello.  Wow!

So if one of the guys wasn’t up on the stores floor or hadn’t worked a day when faux Houston came in, everyone that worked would relay the fact that the other had missed out on seeing that fine piece of tail.  Yes, I called her tail.

Then one day she decided to wear some loose fitting gray sweatpants, didn’t have her hair all done up, and just looked a little “frumpy”. 

I just sort of assumed that she was feeling a little under the weather or just didn’t have time to get ready before running her errands.  The next time I saw her she was all done up again, and was happy as a clam.

But then, tragedy struck, and she decided to have more and more “frumpy days” for herself instead of looking like a MILF to the 7th degree.

My guess is that she just sort of gave up on finding herself someone to enjoy her time with, and in doing so allowed me to see the walking slow death of her youthful MILFyness.   

It was a darn shame.Â