It is getting late. All of the young children have stopped trick or treating for the night, and are in their homes probably coming down from a mean su...ar high. The street on my block is empty, except for the pools of dim light glowing softly from the old metal street lamps. I can hear faint sounds of animals scavenging for food in the dumpers hidden at the end of the alley. I watch a metal can trip across the ground as a small gust of wind kicks it down the street. It is followed by some loose. We were still naked as I started the coffee and Don filled the toaster.I sat at the table and watched him buttering the toast. I loved watching his hairy shoulders and arms flex as he buttered. Occasionally, his ass cheeks would flex, too. I silently left my chair at the table and crept up behind him. I knelt, placed my hands on his fur covered ass cheeks, spread them, and buried my face in his ass.He flinched when I first touched his ass, and he dropped the butter knife. He quickly placed. I walked in with my head high.After mass I saw him. Stan was watching me, and I smiled at him. He cameup to me and took my hand in his just as Nana walked up. Not knowing whatto do I held his hand as I looked at her. I saw her smile at me, andrushed to hug her, leaving Stan just standing there, but I quickly tookhis hand again."I want you girls to come by this afternoon, and bring your suits. We'lluse the pool. okay?" Sure Nana," Megan and I said as one.She looked at Stan again, saw us holding. Bobbing her head up and down, she slows her pace down as she starts to feel his body twitching. Samantha looks up to see Johnny’s mouth wide open in pleasure. He’s close. It’s too soon. She pulls her hair out of his clutch and sits back up in her seat. Johnny looks at her desperately - hungry for more. “Not yet baby,” Samantha whispers as she leans over to tenderly stroke his cheek. Johnny closes his eyes and sighs. The elderly woman looks back again and shoots daggers at them. They both laugh..