I walked in and found a seat, the sounds...oh my god. I'm not into thatgenre or form of music it's to regimented for me but the sounds, thevibrations ...he intensity and joy on their faces...I was hooked.Of course I had no way to move it forward I had no talent no ability anddidn't fit the requirements of the orchestra. I returned every chance Igot to listen, I never went to the live performances I just loved towatch them rehearse. But life changed for me after that, music became anobsession. I. Well after a while one of my sisters sons asked me to dance with him, he was about 15 or 16 maybe younger i think, the only place was in a darker part of the room, we danced a couple of “normal” dances and then a slow one was played, he held me close and i felt his hand on my bottom i didn’t do anything about it and as we danced close i felt a hard lump pushing against me.it was obvious he was getting an hard on as he was fondling my ass a little harder now, i didnt know if i should say or do. Even Miss Honeysuckle saw the bloom on Hyacinth’s face when she tidied up the counter.She was personally affronted because it just wasn’t fair that the older and much plainer woman be getting her ashes hauled so often and she hadn’t had a proper dick inside her since co-worker Dwight Willowbee had bent her over the Gent’s underwear counter after hours when taking inventory. She remembered how frightened she was when she first saw Mister Willowbee’s huge thing because she was unusually tiny and. I dressed myself up a bit decent, after I had cooked up and ate a small simple dinner and wore some white tennis shorts for a change, but I had skipped the underwear, and a loose shirt. The weather was great, and the forecast was bright and sunny all evening long. The girls had come over to pick me up with their car and driven us to the reception near the entrance of the camping. They had decided to wear white as well but had not taken the chance to be caught and wore some old fashioned white.