The clang of a bell above the entrance door rang out as we entered the cluttered confines of the store. There were racks of hanging items on both side... of the aisle leading you to the main counter. As I approached the counter, I realized how cavernous the place was when I saw shelves from floor to the top of the ceiling. I wondered how they managed to get things from the shelves when I heard a soft rumbling and a ladder appeared sliding on tracks along the back wall. Hanging near the top of the. Instead, I asked, "What if I don't want towear it?" Then you've wasted nearly three hundred dollars on something that willnever be worn."Aha! I had her, now, "I could just return it tomorrow, though. I cantake the nightgown and my credit card and return it for a refund."She shook her head, though. "Sorry, honey, you can't. The only reasonshe even considered it was because it was obvious that the nighty hadnever been worn. I'm took these out of the box though. She'd neveraccept them back, now.. He climbed on top of me and kissed me again. Our dicks and balls were touching.I slid my hands over his sweaty back, down to his arse. I ran my fingertips down his crack, and kept them there while he kissed my neck.When I thought he wasn't looking I sniffed my fingers, the smell sent me insane! I started sucking my fingers, tasting his arse. He noticed a hand missing from his back and looked up to me licking my fingers. "Oh you like that?" He said, slightly shocked, very curious! He rolled off. After his hair was dry (which took forever, even with the Hotel's blow dryer), Erin braided it, gently pulled his head to and fro, which Hugh quite enjoyed. He felt so close and comfortable with Erin, and he thanked her for her capable help."Why, you're quite welcome!" Erin had replied. "I'm enjoying this too. It's like being with my baby sister."Hugh had blushed at the comparison. But when he looked into the mirror, the braids did make him look like an awfully young woman. Erin was 28, but.