And I was pretty horny.This didn’t happen all the time. I was still in school but every now and then things just built up. And when I had gotten an ...yeful of that one particular crush on the track and then talked to another very cute boy on the way to work, things had definitely built up. And there I was, in an empty little clothing store, squirming behind the register, sneaking a finger over my chest or maybe outside my pants…Finally, I had enough. I went to a little closet off to the side and. He was slapping her ass while kissing, pressing her boobs. She was also engaged in this wild scenario. I came back to the main area with a sad face about that fact. It was hurting me. Because I used to like her. So everything was over and I got a call from her to drop her so I did.She was looking really very happy and fresh. She noticed my sad face. And she started asking me about what happened. I was numb for some time. Suddenly she became more irritating. She kept asking me about what. Mr. Ferguson was the funeral director of the local funeral home, and he and his son were moving around some equipment in a small room that looked more like a clean garage than the morgue where she'd been last night.Her heart began to race as Mr. Ferguson reached for the buttons on her blouse. This wasn't good. Mr. Ferguson would see her titties. She looked for a way to escape, but found she couldn't seem to get more than five or ten feet from her body.By this time the older man had unbuttoned. Have fun!" * * * * * As I pushed open the door and stepped into the room, the three womenwaiting were arguing. A rather tall gurl with what just had to be ablonde wig was checking her watch and complaining. "Alright, where isthis new gurl? I don't have all day! There are things I could bedoing!" Her voice was that falsetto pitch you only get when guys aretrying way too hard to sound like women.A cute little brunet about 5'6" with big round black glasses and haircut to no more than an.