I didn't see a costume but the visitor was wearing make-up to look like a witch. Snaggly hair going six ways from Sunday, close set eyes, a long thin ...rooked nose and a pointy chin. "I'm not giving out anything," I hollered through the door."Excuse me, mister. I just moved in across the street. I'm afraid I locked myself out. Nobody is at home. Can I come in, please?"The house across the street was a revolving door. What was this, the third family in four years? I had maybe seen her once before. Expecting to land my fingertips on her panty, when I slide them upwards, I find the raw mounds of her fleshy butts. Jackpot Baby! and I move further towards her with my hands on her butt cheek. Wow what a lucky brother i should be to have such a “Goddess made for sex” sleeping beside me. The devil inside me overtakes my all other senses than lust, I slowly put my hand on her shoulder, very carefully making her sleep on her back.Now I sit at her sides and my fingertips n palms slithers softly. She just knew there'd been aspell."I... I'll just go to my room," I whispered."Are you OK Paula?" she asked."Yes Mum," I said, "I just... I just need some time to recover."Understatement of the year.I got to my room, and shut the door.My room was totally different: a pink laptop, lots of girl stuff, and afull length mirror.I unzipped my jeans, immediately noticing how close my hand was to mycrotch without the familiar rubbing against my penis.Yet... how can I describe it... I still felt like I. She adjusted her dress, and her old friend seated her, then he took the left chair. The small man hurried through a door on the left, and quickly returned with an armful of wooden boxes, some plain, some ornate, and placed them on the desk. He opened several of the boxes, to expose gorgeous jewelry, such as she had seen at the Royal Court on only a few of the more noble women. She had never hoped to own any such ornaments, even with the late Comte’s generous legacy. Iridescent opals, carved.