Watching the Miss Panty Boy Pageant showed usthat we were not alone and that we could be girls onthe outside too.Anyway, during that 2008 pageant, Mam... scooted us tobed early, gave Daddy a last ration of crap for theevening, and went to bed herself.I was thirteen years old, and I decided that I wasmissing no more pageants. Defiantly, I wore the pinknightie that Grandma had given me, but Mom forbade meto wear. At the halfway point in the pageant (toensure that all were asleep) I sneaked down. Their neighborhood wasquiet, and secluded enough they didn't get much transient traffic. Bobbie's own costume could have been intimidating. She was attiredas a witch, a very sensual one. Her spike-heels and fishnets made itclear that this was no old crone even without looking at the pretty facebelow the peaked black hat. They were getting ready to go to acostume party for their own Halloween entertainment and there wasn'treally time to take care of problems left on their doorstep by. “Oh, wow!” I groaned as the shadow devoured me. He licked passionately, his tongue writhing about, caressing every bit of my folds. He tongue brushed my asshole, sliding all the way up to my clit. My perky breasts jiggled as I bucked, pinned down by a pair of his tentacles. “Oh, yes!”I didn't care that it was a horrid demon eating my pussy. I just wanted the pleasure. It was wonderful. I felt so alive. The shadow growled as he feasted, shoving his snout against my pussy, driving his tongue deep. ”Kari agreed. “If we go to the next party, we will have to do some spectacular to top those costumes.”‘Knock, knock.’Kari walked to and opened the kitchen door. Her friend and next door neighbor, Jill was there. “Hi, Jill. Come on in. Do you have time for some coffee?”“Hi, Kari. Sure do.”Jill sat down and made small talk while Kari got the coffee. When the coffee was ready, Kari gave Jill her cup and sat down. “What’s up?”Jill took a sip of the coffee. “Good coffee,” said Jill. “The reason I.