He is watching the road and does not appear to see what you are doing, so his finger goes right up your leg and brushes against your pussy. You watch ...is face and push your hips towards his hand as he realises he is touching your bare lips!He smiles and uses his whole hand to cup your lips, pressing against you. You feel his middle finger slide up and down your slit, before sliding inside you easily. "Nice and tight!" He says. "Tell me, how long have you been this wet?"You groan with pleasure. Every year the two were forced to wear sexy slutty costumes that left little to the imagination. When trick or treaters visited the clubhouse they were offered a choice. A trick where the person could have sex with one of the pair or a treat where one of the women would treat the person to a blow job or a pussy eating. You can imagine what most chose.What the two women were not aware of was this was all planned out by Alyssa's enemy Tricia Walker the local witch. She had cast a lust spell on. Both Livia and Natalie had k**ded Brad about his prospects. They had chided him about maybe running into some nice gay guy, or maybe some old spinster that could use a nice young stud.Actually, Bradley had taken all the k**ding pretty well, because being a teenage boy of 17, he was up for just about anything that had to do with sex. He wasn't inexperienced. He'd had sex with both Livia and Natalie and other girls too. But standing outside this club with even the vague possibility of getting. "Trouble?" Dunno."Rodday strode into the office and took the phone, "Rodday." Mr. Pinkham? Charlene, Armand Wilson's secretary. Mr. Wilson would like to know if you're free to have lunch with him tomorrow?"Rodday, taken flat-footed, dithered. "I'll need to check my schedule. Where? When, exactly?" Do you know Andrea's? We were thinking twelve-thirty," Charlene replied."I'll... have to get back to you. My assistant isn't here..." Certainly, Sir. When should I be able to get a reply?" Uh, an hour.