Her tits bounced with her. She hugged her friend and said. "Thank you, Susan! Thank you! I'll come as a short, fat, Little Red Riding Hood. Thank you ...gain. I'll see you tomorrow night."At about seven thirty Halloween night, the girls gathered at Susan's house. They all looked so cute in their costumes. Even Lauren got compliments from the other girls for her Little Red Riding Hood costume.Susan was of course again dressed as a witch. Last year she had looked sexy in her witch's dress. This. "You, uh, maybe want togo out to eat sometime? I know this place not too far from here that's gotgreat burgers." "What time do you get off work?" "What, uh, today? Um, five." "I'll pick you up." He grabbed his bag of groceriesand the receipt out of her hand. "Um, but . . ." She looked down at what she waswearing. She thought the smock was hideous; she could only imagine what thecute Mercedes owner must think of it. She looked back up to ask if maybe shehad time to go home and change first but. There was one of the larger caravans which from the noise going on it was obvious there was a party in full swing. As we were approaching the caravan one of the men said,it would be a laugh and a surprise for the guys in there as I was stripped to just my stockings, had been already been gangfucked, and was such a fucking meathole anyway, to go on in, the other three agreed with this. I said I wasnt sure about that and was worried about my safety, to which they said they knew most of the men. . okay ... extremely dark gray storm wall hit us.Mostly, I forgot about storms and what they do to the wind. Okay ... so I was worried about other things ... the closer the storm got ... Yikes! The wind went from dead ahead to dead astern ... I was no longer steering into the wind... Flint was pushed into the storm wall. The waterspouts (tornados) were lashing back and forth like a passel of rattlers in a snake-ball and two of the three were directly in front of us. Water twisters slinging hips.