I stop holding back and release the pent up juices that have been willing to be let free. I cry out with my release and fill her up inside before I st...art to pull my cock out of her spasming cunt.My own sexual levels have topped at one hundred percent but my health only has five percent left before I’m free of her; the remains of my spunk splashes over her face and tits like it was my first ejaculate. My health ends on three percent. I breathe a sigh of relief.Debbie lets out a loud and knowing. Seems they each had a big wedgie in there big ass's. My mouth fell open. My cock began to get hard again. I waited for the last trick or treater before I walked next door. It was pretty dark out. There was a full moon.I walked between our houses. I then knocked on there big red door. A few seconds later, the door open. It was Mrs. Bush. "Trick or Treat!!" I said. "Milla who at the door? Damn kids... Its late. Shut the door on them." said Mr. Bush. She put her finger in front of her mouth. To. “I can’t carry five beers. Someone will have to come with me.” And she reached for her T-shirt.Glenda grabbed the shirt out of Deb’s hand, “I dare you.”There was another collective gasp, and then Jill volunteered to go with her. Deb pointed to Jill’s shirt, “You have to lose the shirt.”Without hesitation, Jill pulled off her T-shirt and tossed it aside. The rest of us giggled when they headed out the door. Five minutes later, they were back with the beer.“What took so long?” I asked them.Jill. "Claire was irritated that she was jealous at the thought of him taking some woman to a high school dance."I know we don't date," he said. "But if all I did was bring another chaperone, it wouldn't be a date."Her irritation vanished and was replaced by a glow in her chest."It wouldn't be a date," she said."Of course not. Didn't I just say that?" What would I have to do?" Hang out with me. Watch the kids. Peer into dark corners to make sure nobody's doing anything immoral. Stuff like that." That.