I regained my senses and started looking for clothes occasionally eyeing her boobs and ass. I finally managed to pick up two to three shirts and I hea...ed for the changing room to try them.As soon as I reach the changing room this lady also come to towards the changing room mirror and looks at me and asks, “would you mind trying these for me? They are for my son who stays abroad and I don’t know exactly his sizes.But he is almost like you in physical appearance and your size should fit him. How does that sound, Tina."She smiled cheekily at him. "As your guest how could I possibly dissent?"Christopher smiled back. "Good answer, young lady." He looked serious for a moment. "Are you really happy with that?"Tina nodded. "Very. It sounds fun."Christopher smiled warmly at her. "Good," and then turning to teasing again, "which means I can be a dutiful son and entertain my Aged Ps this morning." So I should hope," retorted Sarah. "After all you haven't been home for three months and the. " Personally," Clyde said in reply, "I think its right and I have no desire to stop doing it."Charles clenched his fists and took another step down the aisle, moving towards Clyde. He wanted to leap up on stage and punch the guy out, but there was something preventing him from doing that. It was something that was nagging in the back of his mind. Something Charles knew that he needed to solve before confronting this guy. It was a question that needed to be answered.Charles glanced around. The. His name was Elias Young. He was originally from Utah, his family was one of the original Mormons. He had eleven wives, but when Utah joined the union and the church forbid polygamy, he broke with the church because he was unwilling to give up all his wives. He was excommunicated. So the story goes, he cursed the church, moved his wives here to Montana and began conjuring the black arts." You mean devil worship?" asked Sierra as she tried on another hat."The devil, demons, whatever," replied.