I'll not give you a run down on the whole day, but I do have to tell you about trick or treat time.The way our house is situated we don't get many kid... at the door, which I miss. I've always got a kick out of the little ones getting all these treats from total strangers.We had one, about five, who came by and got stage fright. He forgot what to say. His mom was standing maybe ten feet behind him and prompted, "Say Trick or Treat, Randle."So he got it out, scared as could be at this old white. The weather was bad all day, when I finally decided to Fem myself up it was already 8pm, so I thought what the heck I'll drive up the Interstate just north of Seattle to a truckers rest stop I have gone too before. The weather had cleared up a bit, so I was hoping for some fun. I dressed in my short wrap around skirt, red thong panties, red Bra, and a shear red Blouse, and Heels. I decided not to wear nylons so my legs could feel the night air as I drove up the Freeway. When I drive I like. He went back into the bedroom to get his phone to text her but he noticed her phone laying there too.He put on the pants he was wearing before bed and was heading over to across the hall."Maybe she went over to Spencer's refrigerator." He thought out-loud to himself.When he reached the front door he could hear voices outside in the hallway. It sounded like Melanie and Sam. He could barely hear what they were saying, but it sounded like they were having argument. He slowly opened the door enough. After one too many attempts to go deeper, Ashe finally pulled herself off of Olaf’s dick and made sure to keep stroking it as she looked towards anything that was not another person. Her strokes were slow and methodical, strangely still keeping the foreplay portion of this event going on a bit longer. With a heavy breath and a drooping morale, she pulled away and got on the bed proper, legs spread out, showing her pussy to the crowd, continuing to avoid any and all eye contact. After several.