I hold the sister's hand as we walkaway slowly. Turning around I see my mommy walking with the nuns goinginside the room that has all the clothes.I lo...k up at sister Christine and she is smiling at me when she holds thedoor for me and there is a long hallway and looks like it is part of thecatholic school. Are we in the school now sister?" Yes sweetie we are in one of the wings that the students really don't goto much, here is the room we are going into. This room is our groomingroom, the. .. no five layers of lace and acute tiny bow set in the middle. Mark stepped into them."You've got to be kidding?" Is a bonnet going to be too much?" Way too much." Okay if I add it?" I'm pretty much trapped," Mark said grinning.Mark's bonnet, tied on with a wide satin strip of ribbon went out aroundhis face a good six or seven inches. He didn't know about the wig yet,but the bonnet was designed for the curled blond hair to fall out fromthe back in ringlets when the time came.Mark wasn't. The store was total goth-central, full of worn-looking objects with skulls on them, tacky jewelry with huge gems, and even some creepy-styled objects that would look great on some goth’s computer desk at home. The place was probably run by some senile old perv. At the moment, though, there wasn’t anyone in sight, no customers and no clerks. Sara made her way up to the cash register and rang the small bell there.Sara heard the springs of a couch squeak, and much to her surprise a young black man. Your right hand has slipped into your pussy and found your clit, and you are gently rubbing it. Your fingers are coated in a combination of fruit and your own juices. Your other hand is now playing with your erect and swollen nipples. I feel a tingle spread out from my groin and a thin stream of precum oozes from my head onto my knuckles, as I continue to work my hand up and down my length in slow firm strokes. “Damn I’m close,” I moan, out loud. I stop for a moment or two to regain some.