This is wrong, and it is stupid.” I was almost crying as I begged; a panic was clearly evident in my voice; I was scared. I did not be taken like t...is.The head of his penis was pulsing at my very opening now, just inside the outer folds of my vulva. My stepbrother was one push away from entering me and taking my virginity.I continued my plea, “Gary, this is not how it is supposed to be. What you and I have done so far may be wrong, but it was shared and we both knew the other wanted it, and it. . look, all of her flowers are dead! And where did this weird fog come from?"The taller girl got a look of annoyance on her face. "What?! . . . are you scared or something! Give me a break. This ain't no Stephan King novel . . . it's Halloween! She probably sprayed weed killer or something on the flowers. And as for the fog . . . it must be dry ice. People TRY to make their houses look scary, ya know? Now let's get a move on it . . . I didn't go through all this trouble to get dressed up. We turned inwards, lent together and planted lips. I let his tongue into my mouth where he found me needy and ready. His kisses were hard, thrusting and I relaxed back, playing the fem, wanting to be submissive. My hand went to his crotch rubbing his jeans and feeling his cock hardening through the cloth. We broke away both undoing our belts, pulling our trousers down and seeing two pairs of black panties being strained by our bulges. My legs were sheaved in black nylon hold-ups. He gasped and. I told Fred to return about noon to take us to lunch. I had that Italian place that Fred introduced us to in my head for lunch as they always have great food, and everyone seems relaxed and happy to eat there.We took the elevator up to our floor. Jill dialed up Diane to ensure that she and John were getting through the crappy traffic. She said that the going was slow, but they were only a few blocks away from the parking garage.Jill and Sharon immediately went to their desks to tackle ongoing.