It didn’t take long to realise why. The band had always been mediocre but tonight there was a new girl on the stage and they were electric. We dance... away to some stunning sounds before the band took a break. Everyone was talking around us about who the new girl was and how the band had improved with her arrival.After their break the singer introduced the new girl and asked her to play a special number. I think it was an old Duane Eddy track and she was good. After the solo the band started. A perfect excuse to break out her costume wardrobe and dress up however she pleased. In previous years, her costumes ranged from angels to witches, and everything in between. It was the only time she got away with wearing more revealing clothes than she usually did, and it was something she relished every Halloween.However, since they started at college, the magic of Halloween parties wore off. Instead, they usually had a sleepover at each of their houses on Halloween. This year was Tiffany's. Her breasts hung in front of his face, as full and as firm as ever, swaying gently with her every breath. Her voluptuous figure filled his view completely, his eyes drawn to the wonderful way that her fat dimpled where her hips met her waist, the elastic of her underwear cutting deep into her supple flesh. He knew her body like the back of his hand now, every dark-grey freckle, every pink scar that served as a reminder of her former life as a soldier. His own skin was a patchwork of healed. “What the hell is the penalty shot for? He knocked the puck off his stick!” Coach Green reasoned to the ref.“Attempting to check the player off the puck your player fell and lost control of his stick, striking the puck and causing the attacking player to lose control of the puck. The attacking player is rewarded with a penalty shot when a stick is thrown towards him causing him to lose puck possession, negating a scoring opportunity,” he roughly quoted from the rule book.Brad couldn’t believe.