It had become a tradition, and we were lucky, in such a small town, to get a showing. Kayla wore some kind of slutty outfit, and Logan wore a dress an... a blonde wig. The rest of us were dressed in some manner of more stereotypical Halloween garb: ghosts, vampires, zombies, superheroes. I, myself, being a fairly big guy, was dressed as Bane, a Batman villain. I wore a black tanktop, black military fatigues, combat boots, fingerless gloves, and a homemade mask with red goggles. It was pretty. ." OK. OK." I couldn't stay pissed at him, no matter the circumstances. "Iguess the Honeymoon is over." Without the fun parts," the Professor amended gently, a suggestion ofconcern behind the largely sardonic tone. "But we'll negotiate that whenyou get back. In the meantime, what can a humble acolyte of the oldfaith do for his sexy muse?" We'll talk about that later." My chastisement was undercut by thetremendous relief I felt inside. My companion spirit also seemed toshare my confused delight. A thought jumps in to my head, let’s give Tom a treat. I jump out of bed, hurriedly dressing in to my black basque and stockings while slipping on my soft swade high heal boots. I call these my fuck me boots, as every time I have them on I get a good fucking even when I am going to work. Tom lifts me on to the table, pulls my knickers to one side and fucks me hard before he go’s to school and I have my son’s seed in me all day.I’m on the bed posing suggestively when he came in to the bedroom. Apparently Jenny wasn’t k**ding about being sensitive because she shuddered with pleasure and softly moaned. Her hands found my dick and she began that fantasy of hers, rubbing and prodding me through my jeans. I was rock hard in seconds and she pulled down my zipper. I helped by undoing my belt and top button which gave her a lot more room to navigate. When her little hand found my dick, she moaned again and started to slowly rub it up and down. We stood up and shed the rest of our clothes.