The place is all dusty and musty. The back wall of the front counter is covered in old, dirty mirrors. The lights are dim and the floorboards are crea...y. The aisles are stocked with frilly old lace things, heavily-used suits from decades forgotten, and masks. You're fucked. You look around for a mask, since a petticoat-corset-tophat-monocle combo isn't gonna work with your jeans.You see the cashier eyeing you eyeing all the junk hanging up in The Closet. You see your unadorned, regular self in. "Sure does", I said just under my breath."What's that daddy", she asked. "Oh, Nothing", I said. I rubbed her skin until I didn't feel any more goosebumps, I didn't want to stop. I wanted to squeeze her hip, her thigh then run across her curved belly then kneed her boobs one by one.................shit, this isn't doing me any good what so ever as my dick got even harder. It was poked right into the crack of her sweet butt and the last time I looked before she pulled the cover on us was her. By the time classes ended, the principal made several more announcements informing us that a memorial service for the students and coaches who died would be held on Thursday.Leaving the school that day to head to the studio I had never been so relieved to be away from so many phony people. For the ones that I considered a waste of life I expected nothing else and I was not disappointed. The ones that did disappoint were the ones I considered the 'good' kids as I heard more than a few laughing. It was truly lightning in a bottle that had electrified me and yet could not be replicated.“Here, let me drive a little, Sir” Stacy had stoically let me set the pace, which I soon realized was ploddingly slow. She gyrated her hips in directions I didn’t know they could go, and when I didn’t cum right away, she seemed impressed. She flipped me over onto my back. “Sorry that the straw is so rough,” she said.It didn’t seem that bad at first. It was very scratchy, and I had a new appreciation for.