Once in the hall, she whispered to Jenny, "I've got a treat for you, lover."She pulled jenny down the hall to Angie's bedroom door and without delay o...pened the door. Jenny caught her breath as she saw Kim's comely nineteen year-old daughter madly fingering herself. Angie stopped plowing her gash with her hand and stared at the two women with a look of embarrassment.Jenny looked from Angie to Myra immediately realizing what was to happen next and smiled. "Angie, we came to play with you, baby.". Sensing some willingness on her part, I decided to venture a little further and pressed the tip of my index finger, still tissue covered, to her vaginal entrance. There, I wiggled it ever so softly inside, just short of the remnants of her cherry.“How did that feel?” I asked her.“It felt okay,” she responded.“Did you like what I did?”“It sort of felt good, but you didn’t do it long,” she added.“Well, I can do it longer if you’d like,” I said to her.“Okay I guess,” she confirmed, she was well. .. 'Golden Arm' and like that ... and it was my deal. You need to understand ... we were playing cards during all this ... I just left that out ... unless you want a lesson on how to play Euchre. I didn't think so.I don't know if this qualifies as a Halloween Story ... they're supposed to be fiction ... and I swear ... with my hand up ... this is true ... and truly weird.No, Bill ... not yet. Bill is the bartender.I have Pixies. It's true.A house full.I'm not talking about the furry creatures. I never learned his exact age but he must have been in his early fifties. A tall, articulate and immaculately dressed man, he was friendly enough but I had always sensed an aloofness around him that left me feeling vaguely uneasy. Amanda seemed to act differently around him, a little quieter even a little submissive which is quite different from her normally outgoing and impulsive nature. But, she seemed happy and their relationship didn't seem to take up a lot of her time.About the time Amanda.