This year there were still the two ghosts by the front door and also a Frankenstein monster sitting in a chair off to the side. We rang the bell. I kn...w what to expect from the previous year but all of my friends squealed with delight at the unusual sounds. Mrs. Bradford quickly answered the door, this time dressed as a wicked queen a la Snow White.In answer to our “Trick or Treat” she placed a large bunch of candy in each of our bags. She surprised me by calling me by name. I had only met her. Dammit, my dick is burning from the pressure! This is crazy. She wants to get fucked. She always does. What are we doIng? Is my dick now talking to me? Fuck her??? There always comes a point where a man can make fantasy become realIty. Someone Is In the fast lane flashing their lights for us to move on. AW HELL, SHE IS GOING TO GET FUCKED!!! I pull over onto the next exit and Gregg and the trucker follow and stop and park behind me. I get out my car and by the time I reach the passenger side of. ”My response, “I’m on my way now.”I pulled into my driveway and into the garage leaving the garage door open so that Jennifer would walk in when she was ready to go. I quickly ran upstairs to take a shower, shave, and get dressed. I was walking down the stairs having just gotten dressed in a pair satin boxer shorts, a pair of khaki tan pants, loafers, and a polo shirt when Jennifer walked through the kitchen garage door. She was dressed as if she were going to a school function, slacks, blouse,. He was holding and kissing Mrs. Tillman, a woman he’d often dreamed of holding and kissing, but never thought he would! Her luscious body was pressed against his and her tongue was stroking his lips! His penis swelled in the confines of his pants and his groin thrust forward involuntarily. At last, because they had to breathe, they ended the kiss. Lois again leaned back in Dennis’s arms and studied him. Her heart was pounding. She felt his swollen penis pressing against her. Dennis wasn’t sure.