In the shop there was only me and a the guy at the till, he was black, tall and looked very athletic, i felted a lil frisky and walked out while weari...g my sexy outfit and asked what he thought, he looked slightly shocked at first, but he had kind of a cheeky grin where he said ill have to close up soon, i asked then did he think my bf would like the pressie, of course he said yes, i went back to the changing room feeling very frisky now and a lil bit wet, i heard movement and heard they guy. It was very erotic. Next Maureen smoothed some lotion on the stubble and stood up and went into the bathroom. She returned shortly with a small basin, a washcloth and a razor.Slowly and ever so carefully, Maureen reduced the stubble to bare skin. Christine was moaning and sighing and mewling by the time she was finished and all three of us were very aroused. I could almost smell Maureen from my seat and the wet spot on my briefs was increasing at an alarming rate. I had not had an orgasm, but I. A small pale girl. A splash of dark paint around her head to symbolise her hair. A smaller splash at her crotch.My best friend is standing in the doorway. She watches me, silent. In my dream I am fifteen years old so I expect my friend to be similarly reduced in age. But she is not; she is twenty, and tall, and slim, and aloof. She is naked, too, but her body lacks detail, like my reflection in the condensed mirror. I feel a sort of vulnerability, led before her in the bath. My nipples are hard. By the time it reached my breasts, a second tentacle had joined it.I suddenly regretted not taking the time to put on a bra. My lack of panties also became problematic when one of the slimy appendages slithered into my pants. I fought to break free, but it was useless. Thankfully, they didn’t seem interested in my body. Instead of taking advantage of me as I feared they would, the tentacles tore my clothes to shreds.In mere seconds, I was naked from head to toe. Even my shoes and socks were.