What an awful woman I must sound to you! You might say that I could have involved myself in village affairs, done charitable work, gone to church and ...o forth. I suppose I could have, but my city upbringing had never prepared me for that sort of life. Since my personal Saab sat in the garage I could also have taken trips to the city, but I rarely did. Why was this? I think the trouble was I was depressed. I’d got the money and The Cottage, a fancy car, but there was something missing. I just. It wasn't yet midnight when the dreaded pounding on my door came. Just as I'd had the premonition it would (not that I had had very many Halloweens since I was able to defend myself [my mother was a medium to or I suspect I'd have been put in an asylum] that were not so disturbed) someone was beating on my door projecting great dread.I answered as quickly as I could (for I never sleep on Halloween) and was astonished to see Kyle, a recent widower at my door. I'd often hungered after his body. She opened up her legs and I slid my dick into her pussy. I kept her tits pinned to the car and fucked her deep. The sound of our skin slapping together reverberated inside the car garage. I felt pussy juice trickling onto my balls on every stroke. Sometimes Beverly gets a little too wet. "Do you want to sit on the hood?" I asked her. "All right." She started to get on the hood of the car, but the curb was right in front of the car, I didn't have anywhere to stand. "Hold on a second, let me. The tingle in my clit increased, and without warning I exploded into another amazing orgasm.Trey picked up the pace, and with one hand pulling on one of my tits, he slammed his hips forward, holding his prick deep inside me for a few seconds as he blasted a stream of cum deep inside my cunt. He pulled his cock out to the head, then rammed it back in, holding it while another stream of cum coated the inside of my pussy. He did this a few more times until his nut sack was empty and semen was.