Since I was dressed as a homeless person, my pants was old sweat pants and it made it easy for them to slide their hands under my pants. I had not und...rwear on underneath, so when the first hand went inside my pants she could easily wrap her hand around my shaft. She leaned into me and moaned that she was willing to see how would win, the uncover stripper or this old fashion princess as she was dressed as. I felt a second hand on my cock and looked over at the other lady, dressed as a German. She cried out in pain and Mom eventually told me to stop.By then Savannah was on her knees crying her heart out. She could hardly catch her breath let alone say anything.The first words out of her mouth were, “That fucking hurt! It was the most pain that I have been in, and I fell off the stage last year during rehearsal for Little Abner.”Mom said, “In a few minutes that pain will go away and so will your cramps. I promise.”Savannah said, “Yeah! Easy for you to say. It wasn’t your nipples that. I promise,” she responds, her hand that had been playing with the door handle finally pulling it to open the door. “It’s late, I have to go.” “We haven’t finished this yet,” I call out, stopping her halfway out the door.“We can finish it later,” she responds flatly as she pauses for just a moment before continuing out the door. “I really have to go.” “Okay…” Rachel closes the door behind her, walking off into the park toward the street that leads directly to her house. I watch her shuffle into. “Yeah, you got a point. But please Pete, Becky. And I know that those King’s Quest games are written by a woman. But those are also the exceptions. I only know of one or two other gals that own computers.”“Well, that is probably just your group. Remember, I know a lot that do. Of course, we also do it for a living, and there is not much else to do really. I mean, we have a single TV station, and all it plays is old reruns of shows from like five to ten years ago. Unless you get into diving or.