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 ...hat 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. ‘Thank you.’ I said again without looking at her. ‘Your welcome.’ ‘Um…how did you know my size?’ I asked finally looking over at her.’ She looked at me straightforwardly and said without emotion. ‘Your mother told me.’ I nodded as I swallowed back my tears. Quickly pushing the jeans and t-shirt off to the side, I picked up the nightgown and underwear and rushed into the bathroom. As I stood under the hot water letting it rush over my body, I let the tears I had held back for so long finally. She sucked the middle finger of her other hand and inserted into her dripping wet pussy. She bucked against her hand and moaned loudly as she heard the front door click open. She instantly jumped up and tried to cover her nakedness in vain as Mike & Kate Carmichael walked in with a wide-eyed expression. She tried to hurry and grab her shed clothing, but Mr. Carmichael stopped her. “Don’t stop on account of us, Linda. “From the sounds we heard outside, it sounded like you were. "Anyway, your father taught me for a while so I know how good he is." He smiled. "And if he's passed any of that knowledge on to you then things could be..." ... Interesting," put in Stephanie joining in for the first time. "And then," she said pulling the first of two balls out of her bag, "there's the unknown of bowling either partly or fully naked." She smiled, but it seemed forced to me, lacking in confidence."Seems to me that the joker in this particular pack is exactly what Stephanie here.