Marcus was wearing a black sweatshirt, black pants, black trainers, and a black ski mask. If, somehow, he got caught, he'd just claim to be on his way...to one of the lame-ass "safe parties" dressed as a terrorist. It had worked last year, netting him three grocery bags full of candy extorted from snot-nosed little wimps.Ah, here waddled one now. Awful short one, too. But the tall pointy hat with a wide brim was unmistakable in outline. Some kid's mother had dressed her little darling up as a. But first, I wanted to feel me inside her. "Can I do that?" Sure." She gave me a bashful smile, put her head on my shoulder. I patted her hair in mock-fashion. "Good girl. And maybe give me a blowjob, later?" She chuckled again; I was so horny, I didn't care about pushing hard for a slurp-job, anymore.Condom applied, I told Crystal to lay back and let me in. Kneeling between her legs, I stuffed my dick in that hot-pink hole of hers, letting it feel her heat and enjoying the wetness of her. At about 2:00 AM, the line had dwindled, and Janie took a quick shower and caught a nap. She needed the rest.Early Saturday morning, her activities resumed. Again she was used as a cum depository and pussy cleaner. Most of the pussies had been fucked just before Janie licked them clean.Sometime Saturday afternoon, as Janie came from her second shower, Sean came to her. He asked if she would take care of a very special friend of his. Max hadn't had sex in about three months, and he was real. Then we were held in the pall of the room with only the soft mews of the pretty, all sniffles and drippies.Breaking the peace, humming, then whistling a bit of the Gene Kelly, I lunged my wormies against her sock-grips, pressing them open with my lickety-spit until the white and gleamings were wet and mashed. Pinching now and again her meaties, as large as two soft pillows, but squishing them this way and that until the drippies were a constant little stream of delight.Falling then, O my.