I turned your head so my lips could meet yours and kiss you deeply as I rubbed your thong-covered cunt. I soon hooked my finger under the protective f...bric and pulled it to the side so my fingers could have unhindered access to your moist and dripping slit, inserting first one, then two and even three fingers inside of you. I thrust them slowly in and out of your honey pot; rubbing them against your g-spot and making you tremble with need. I turned you around so that you were facing me and. Everyone loves it, of course.The most fabulous costume of all was the bridal gown Julie wore. Markie was dressed up as the groom and the two women made a spectacular entrance. They painted a picture of something many couples truly want, but know they probably will never have.Black and orange crepe paper decorated every part of our home. Witches, bats, ghosts, goblins, cauldrons and all the scary things that say Halloween changed our Hillcrest Estate into Frankenstein’s castle for one wonderful. Wine flowed and inhibitions lowered in the somewhat dim atmosphere. This shapely lady intrigued me so much that my manhood turned upward and feelings in the brain caused me to take her hand in mine under the table, and place it on my rigidity. I didn’t know what to expect, slap or agrivation. Her hand once placed did feel around outside my suit trousers , gripping kneading encouraging , making seminal fluid flow , concerning me that some wetness could seep and show, but then she withdrew her. Her initial outrage at this became more of acceptance as the week came to an end.Each day she tried to figure out who ‘Them’ was. She was definitely more popular with the men at work. All of them liked to come by her desk to see what outfit she was wearing each day.George and Peter didn’t even try to hide their gawking. He was an older man, close to retirement. He was about 5’-10”, beer belly, thick glasses, and horrendous breath.Peter was in his 20’s, an IT guy who acted like he was a gift to.