She was nice, pretty, didn’t have any tattoos, but was still just another warm wet pussy to fill with cum. Carol gave up on me and let me go back to...my own kind. Hard, loose and uninhibited.It was at the Halloween party that it all turned around.Alan and Carol threw a costume party for Halloween. It was a big affair with his friends from work and several of Carol’s classmates. There must have been thirty creatures there, from werewolves to fairies with a few zombies and witches thrown in for. .. she is lying on her back and she is putting my in her pussy as she opens her pussylips with her hands.. i'm on my knees while my tongue is licking her clitoris as hard as she ask me to do it... in a few minutes i'm feeling a tongue upon my asshole licking it softly and gently and sometimes fucking me also.... her husband is behind me preparing my hole for something that i really didn;t expect...she is asking her husband... "is he ready yet?"he says... "i think, yes, he is"..."then give it to. " He then faced me and told me that he was going to make me into a real woman, whatever the heck that meant.I felt the man sliding inside of me and I soon forgot what he had said as the pleasure enveloped my body. He began thrusting and I thought that he was going to be quiet, since the sex had started, but he still made some stupid remarks to my husband. I don't know if he was trying to get a reaction or or just wanted to dominate my husband.Thinking about it now I believe it was some power. “She just texted me. I guess I came over here for nothing,” I laughed a bit. Mr. Hardy laughed too. “Typical Samantha” he said shaking his head. He was the only one who called her by her full name. To everyone else, she was just Sam. He continued to dry off his hair. At the corner of my vision, I could see that his bathrobe was beginning to come undone. I kept my head up. Looking at Mr. Hardy’s face. A little shiver ran through my body. Mr. Hardy was in good shape. And he was very handsome..