I didn't recognize the name Claire's at all, but I followed her in. Itwas a girl's accessory shop. There were aisles and glass counters androtating ...stands of hair accessories, bracelets, rings, purses, socks andheadbands. And about nine young girls, younger than me, browsing themerchandise. They looked up when we entered like pigeons pecking in wetgrass, glanced at Marilyn and me, and returned to their browsing.Marilyn walked to the front cashier, a young woman with a name tag thatsaid. Let me describe us all. I am the average looking guy and I have a seven-inch cock. I have a smooth body and don’t hesitate to experiment sexually. Sunita is a hot, modern and curvy sexy woman. She has a craze of new fashionable dresses and seeks a lot of attention from my male friends. Manish is a jolly guy with a womanizer type behavior. Pammi is also a hot patakha with hot pointy boobs with similar interests of fashion. Often Sunita and Pammi would go shopping and bother us with their. This was a cushy job and there was no way he was going to let that flat-chested cunt take it away from him. Rob might be a mate, but he was also a ruthless fucker as well. He'd have no qualms about pulling the trigger if Brian fucked up one time too many.He'd been so mad when he'd confronted her in the supply room.He hadn't meant to grab and threaten her though. That was a heat of the moment thing.He had thought about apologising, maybe buying her a drink or something, but he hadn't got round. My whole skin was supple, and had a motherly glow to it. Mybelly now looked as if I would be forever pregnant with my man's love.When I walked, I could feel my buttocks wiggle up and down, and sideways.I walked like a woman, sat like a woman, peed like a woman, gesticulatedlike a woman. Mustapha was particularly fond of my bottom, and I couldalmost feel his looks on it, his dark, piercing eyes caressing my buttcheeks. Deep down, I knew those looks foretold a long story. A story inwhich I would.