But his parents, two people that used his talent to their benefit, poisoned him. Whenever he had moments of doubt, they would berate him, telling him ...hat Mozart was self-assure, he never second thought his own talents. They stole his childhood, robbed him from experiencing bruised elbows, scraped knees, fistfights, and catching fireflies in the summer with friends. He had no friends, except for those his parents allowed in the house. And then, those were other talented young musicians. He. ..interesting.I looked through the wares, ranging from x-ray glasses to medallions thatwere said to ward off evil spirits. "This place is stupid. Let's go," Isaid."Oh, feel like you're wasting time here?" a voice asked. "After all, youcould be out there chasing ladies. Am I right?" Totally," Chad said, looking for the source of the voice."Well then, do I have something for you?" the voice responded. A manappeared from behind one of the racks, holding a small box. The man hadvery pointed. She would often find reasons to come into the lab looking for something. She’d always find a way to pass right by me even if it was the long way around. Sometimes she would brush against me as she passed. I would smell her perfume and my head would get dizzy and my cock would start to grow. I had to steady myself against a counter and stop what I was doing until she was gone. All the time I would know exactly where she was in the room without looking up. It was a weird feeling but. I think I'd love that! Both your cocks up me at the same time, that'd be something!" It was my first experience at something like that. Mr. Laurence also seemed new, but Stan was an expert. On his instructions, Mr. Laurence took his cock out of me, not without difficulty, my ass just didn't want to let go. We removed our shirts, Mr. Laurence laid down on his back onthe soft rug on the floor, his cock pointing up in the air. In the few minutes it had been fucking inside me, it now seemed bigger.