After getting drugged up and drunk with a whore in a hotel room, her pimp mugged and killed him. After taking care of the seemingly endless paperwork...and formalities, I decided to go on a prolonged holiday in order to relax and find out what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I was only twenty-two and had a lot of time to start over. Without a man to hurt me by shoving his dick inside me every time he felt like it. Because I was not looking for company, I avoided all the usual package. We are a pretty friendly group so it wasn’t that difficult. Kala sat in the front passenger seat. Sam sat on Tony’s lap. Cass sat in the middle of the back seat and Kyle sat beside her with his arm around her.As soon as we were on the road, Kyle said, “Turn the radio off, Dean. I need to ask you a question.”He sounds very serious.I turned off the radio. Everyone got quiet, waiting to hear what’s bothering Kyle. He asked, “Did you know your father called my father last night?”I answered, “I knew. We were anxiously waiting for our chance to dress up and go to our party later in the night. Halfway through the meal, the doorbell rang. Neither one of us wanted to get up. Reluctantly, I rose from the table to see who was ringing the bell. As I saw the figures through the frosted glass on the door, I could tell someone was on our doorstep with costumes. I had to think twice about the date and whether or not trick-or-treaters were already here. I turned on the porch light and opened the door. . " You're sweet," Caroline said throatily. "Well, here's what you were trying to see." With one quick motion she pulled open her blouse and let it drop to the floor.She was beautiful. As he had thought, she wore no bra; her breasts rose firmly from her chest, large, round, perfect, tipped with dark nipples standing out tautly from tight aureoles. Caroline delicately stroked her nipples with her fingertips, shivering slightly, and they tightened even further, standing out half an inch from her.