Smiling he said that would be fine and that he thought the dress would look stunning on me and that he had sold several today.Pointing to the change r...oms the salesperson smiled and turned to attend another customer on the other side of the counter.This was fortuitous, as I was getting very aroused and was going to cum soon, that was certain!Waves of pleasure now started to overcome me and to my horror the salesperson has turned my way again and he was looking at me with a renewed interest.I. There was a chain of songs that would repeat again and again. Soon hehad the music memorized and was thinking the next verse before it evenhappened. He even dreamed about the fucking songs. He ran free in hisdreams, but he could never elude the music. No matter what he did themusic followed him. His days became melodic torment. Elevator hell.He though he started hearing voices in the music. He struggled to makeout what they said, but it was always elusive. He had to be imaginingit. . He hated the sandpaper feel of his afternoon face. In fact, he hated all the hair on his body, except for that on the top of his head. While many women may like to sleep with a hairy body, few would like to sleep IN a hairy body. And Peter's body was hairy. He had nearly as much hair on his chest and back, as on his head. In fact, when seen naked, he resembled an ape. She thought briefly about shaving parts of it. Or perhaps electrolysis. Peter wouldn't miss the hair on his back when they. But as people do not understand how music works, they still like it, right?" "I would imagine most people like music,” she replied. "Well, it is the same with me, Granny, I just like the feeling of your various pairs of glasses down there and have fantasies about what it would be like to be touched down there by a woman I love." "You are somewhat older than your age, Harold, and I like that. And to be honest, I had thoughts about this when I saw that giant bulge in your shorts. Having only.