I hadnever been shopping as a woman before. Maybe, all women have theirclothing fitted this way. I nodded my head. She gave me a big smile asher hands...came up to cup my breasts again."I don't believe this!" She exclaimed as she massaged my breasts. "Asbig as your breasts are and there really isn't any sag. They stickstraight out like two great big pears." Then she ran her thumbs acrossmy erect nipples. I shuddered as a ripple of pleasure went through mybody. She continued to talk about my. For over a month people were deciding on what they would dress up as. Trying to hire, make or order the appropriate costumes. There were Frankenstein’s Monsters, ghouls, ghosts, witches, vampires and anything else that goes bump in the night.I was going to be dressed as Count Dracula, black cape with red satin inside, pointy teeth, white face and to top it off an old ring of my mothers which looked really Transylvanian. I had to admit I felt really cool in this costume as though I was born to. Her bush was so thick and mattered with her excitement. She moaned, arching her back, undulating.Amy was bent over, her legs spread wide, her ass facing the crowd. She peered at them between her legs, her strawberry-blonde hair dragging on the grass as she wiggled. She had her skirt flared up over her ass, fingers not only reaming her pussy but also her asshole. She groaned, fingering both holes for the crowd’s enjoyment.Linh had to outdo us all. She had the best balance and the most limber. I smiled to myself and noticed that her fingers were wet. It was clear that this young woman had been watching me and indeed playing as she watched. Her eyes were tightly closed as she knelt before me fearing the wroth of a war battered knight.I simply clasped both her wrists tightly together in my large firm hands…and then sucked her juice from each finger…slowly and one by one. This warmth and surprised intimateness washed away the girl’s fears and I could see the sensation on her fingers.