Now that you know it's me, do I get my Halloween kiss, or do I just steal all your Snickers?" You can not have the Snickers!" I asserted. "Fine. OK. Y...u get a kiss for trick or treat." OK, if I can't have the Snickers, I guess," he laughed. Then he leaned in towards me.Hey, it was Riley. I'd known him since second grade. He was the class clown even back then. I expected an exaggerated lip-smack, or him kissing my nose, or something else silly. That's not what I got. He leaned down, put his hand. All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and. Soon she was once again mauling her breasts, twitching her pelvis, and gasping from approaching orgasm. She looked around, checking if the two men were still wanking over her activities, (they were) then she pretended to wank the bottle as it stuck out of her cunt, looking straight at the two men and smiling encouragement. She was deliberately lewd and crude, something about the freedom of tonight had touched a chord with her, and she was enjoying it to the full.Running her hands up and down. I was just going to get dressed--it isn't a hint."Darleen laughed."Oh, I've seen you naked before," she said suggestively."But not recently," Caroline said."I--I guess not," Darleen muttered.They went through to the lounge and sat down.Caroline was wondering if this might be easier if she were to bring the gin bottle out.She suddenly felt self-conscious about being naked. She kept her legs together."I haven't seen much of you lately," she began."Well, not as much as usual." You aren't angry.