Since Stacy and the children died, I haven’t had a reason to talk to her parents. And since I moved down here, I haven’t kept in touch with her fr...ends or colleagues either. I’m a pretty introverted person, so most of our friends in Virginia were Stacy’s. Her roommate from college, people from work, other parents. I was friendly with some of the men, but I wouldn’t really call them friends. I have one former work colleague that I talked to a few months ago. But, neither one of us brought up. 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 turn to host. Whilst she had the smallest house of the five, but she had the biggest. She then whispered in my ear, “Mmmm, Tom. You feel good. Sure you don’t want to stick around for a while?” “Ummm, no. That’s OK. I don’t want to be a party crasher. Besides, it’s supposed to be a ‘girls afternoon BBQ’, right?”, I said, smiled quickly at them and left. I walked back home across the street. My cock was still hard as a rock about what had just happened. I changed into a clean pair of shorts and shirt, but still remained hard. I just couldn’t stop thinking about last night and this. Becky looked at me with a twinkle in her eye when we both heard Mr. Richards groan quietly with pleasure. He had reached between his legs and was unconsciously stroking his erection. "Mr. Richards I am now going to penetrate your anus with my finger and check your prostate. This may cause an involuntary release of pre-seminal fluid from your penis, so don't worry if you start to leak a bit," I reassured him. My knees began to quiver as I prepared to penetrate this older man with my well-lubed.