Here's two pieces of candy," my mom said trying to pass me out some of the candy that she had bought for trick or treaters."Mom it's me Billy. I'm not...some dumb trick or treater." I said."Oh you know my son Billy?" she responded."I am Billy!" I whined."Silly, Billy's a boy, and you're a girl," my mom spoke in a playful voice. I pushed my way through and past her. "Excuse me but this isn't your house," she said. "And that isn't polite." Mom it's me Billy. What do I have to do to convince you. Turning to the side I spoke to the dead air: “I don’t need anything from you Grandmother, I think I have everything I need already.” Tight ass, breasts of a firm and reasonable size, dark of hair and eye; I inherited enough from Grandma’s genes via my mother. I smacked an ass cheek, just to hear the noise fill the empty attic. I promptly started coughing again as a cloud of dust rose from my freshly slapped ass. Stumbling through the maze of old furniture, books, and an assortment of antiquated. I drove deep and emptied myself into her womanhood.One of the other men came around the bed and started feeling up Betsy's other tit. She said, "Oh there's someone else here! How many... No, I don't want to know. Just keep squeezing me nice." I slowly pulled my cummy cock out of her pussy and got off the bed. The guy squeezing her tit took my place and stroked her messy puss, pulled back his foreskin and put his dickhead on her cunt, then slid it in. This fellow buried his six incher in. I told Cindy at lunch I was going to leave work early so I could go home take a shower and get ready for our weekend. I told her I would meet her at her house when she got home from work. I pulled up to Cindy's house about 5:15 and she wasn't home yet so I just sat in my car and waited. About 5 minutes later Cindy pulled into her driveway and I got out of my car and walked over to her driveway. As Cindy got out of the drivers seat I could tell she was very happy to finally be home and wanting.