She asked for help with the groceries and when we both made an effort to get up, she told my father to just watch the game."That's why we had him," sh...e teased. "He gets to do the chores." "I'll agree with that!" Dad responded and sat back down. When I got out to the garage, she was bent over the hood of her car, her shorts and panties were in a wad at her feet. She gave me a smirk and said, "I dare you to fuck me right here and right now with your father there in the house." No worries," I. Her eyes glared straight into mine, and I smirked. Now was the time, Puckett.NOW!I lean, and my mouth engulfs hers in a fiery rage of fury and passion. She's frozen, but I'm not giving up easily. My hand shoots up the hem of her dress and feels some dampness coming from her panties. It's probably still from before, with him but I couldn't care less. As I kiss her hungrily, my fingers tease her and stroke her. She wriggles around, maybe trying to get away."Let Sammie suck your pussy, Carly." I. I had a light breakfast. My asswas still hurting and I decided an enema was the best way to avoid apainful problem. Upon further consideration I settled on flooding mybottom with mineral oil. I also decided today was the first day of therest of my life. I successful cleaned my pussy and put a tampon in myself. I shaved andbrushed my teeth and got in the shower. I really didn't need to, but Iran o razor over my legs. Finished in the shower I put lotion all overmy body and powered between my. Nothing.Or something. A broken twig. A breathy sigh. Moonlight catching a pair of shadowy eyes.Or nothing.I swallow and shudder. Everything suddenly seems foolish, tonight of all nights. Halloween. All Saint's Eve. Samhain. While the origin of the celebration might be shrouded in historical mysticism and religious half-truths, they mostly agree on one thing: right now, the boundary between this world and the otherworld is at its thinnest. Spirits – benign or hostile – can surface. Listen. Even.