"I can't believe my eyes! I look like a giant baby girl! Even my face,with mascara, eye liner, two shades of pink eye shadow, what looks likepink lips...ick peeking out from around my pacifier, and red rouge on mycheeks?Looking around at my surrounding I see that I am in a large ballroomthat is filled with people in costumes and Halloween decoration hangingall over. I now realize where I'm at! I'm at my wife's companiesHalloween costume party, the one I told her I would never go to becauseI told. My cock slipped easily inside and it felt like a hand in a silken glove. The heat in her loins began to boil my blood and in the mirrors, the sight of her impaled on my cock just sort of tripped a switch. I began thrusting. Long easy strokes at first, letting Andrea enjoy the full length of my prick. With each forward thrust I would rotate my hips and try and grind my cock deeper inside her and when I withdrew I could feel her push her ass backwards in an effort to keep my manhood deep inside.. "Kristian smiled at her. "Told you," he said and gestured for her to go and fetch her clarinet. Libby smiled ruefully back at him, dropped him a curtsey and ran to get it. The audience loved it and redoubled their applause.They had to play it three times. Such was their understanding and ability that not one was the same. Kristian matched her extemporisations perfectly.Back in her flat after dinner, Court took her gently in his arms and held her so that he could look down into her eyes."I don't. Finally, ‘I can’t believe this’ and hair drying resumed. ‘What part can’t you believe?’ ‘Well, how about these for starters. You didn’t deny it. You didn’t apologize. You accused me of enjoying it. And…and…you grinned!’ ‘Oh dear me — forget to grovel did I?’ ‘Yes, leave this house instantly.’ Attempting to look crestfallen Arnie slipped out of bed. She gaped. ‘Is that all you?’ Arnie looked down. ‘All present and correct ma’am.’ He then clutched at his throat and howled. ‘Oh Arnie, what is it?’.