Seeing my precious like that was too much. My dick was diamonds. Time seemed to slow to a crawl and I started taking it all in, watching each page in ...er cruel grasp to see a glimpse of pussy being shredded right across the crack, or bullseye right across a nipple. What the fuck? Why was watching this woman shredding my porn doing this to me? I could not believe that this could possibly do anything but make me cry. But I was far from crying I was desperately trying to hold in my excitment.I'd. "I can't get over some of these costumes," Jackie said. "I feel so dowdy. I feel like I should have done something a little more flashy." You did great," Kirsten said. "If it'd been too dowdy, I'd have told you so."Mark shook his head. "I recognize a lot of people," he said, "But there's some people here I'd never figure out in a month. Like, who's the hula girl with John Pacobel?"Kirsten and Jackie looked a couple of tables over, to where Pacobel was dressed like Little Lord Flauntleroy. "Must. He knew I was gay and I made several comments throughout the years about wanting him, liking him, wanting him to be gay and fuck around with me. I told him even though I wanted him, I wouldn't touch him or try any moves.He came over in his Mustang, and I had previously told him on the phone/text just to come in and make himself at home and that I'd be upstairs in my bedroom watching the porn, naked and he was okay with that. He walked in, kinda awkward, uncertain, timid, and he started. The firemen didn't let us down, it seemed they were awaiting our arrival. When they saw us about to run past holding hands they cheered so loudly they brought the remaining half-dozen firemen out of the station. Indeed so much noise were they making we simply had to stop. I didn't know whether it was because of Vikki's lack of panties or that we were together. Either way it didn't seem to matter to Vikki, which, I guess, meant it didn't matter to me. Anyway she had no hesitation in running into.