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This spooky season I was thinking back to when I was in my early 20’s and it was Halloween night and my girlfriends and I were excited to go trick-or-treating together. We had all dressed up in sexy costumes: I was a naughty nurse, my best friend Jessica was a witch, and the other girls were a sexy cop, a devil and a French maid. If we got any candy, that would be great. But we all had something else in mind too.
As we walked from house to house, giggling and knocking on doors, we noticed that many of the dads who answered were wearing masks. But these were no ordinary masks for Halloween. These were masks that concealed some of the hottest men in the neighborhood, who had a twinkle in their eyes as they looked us up and down.
Halloween Weekend
The first house we visited was the Johnson’s. Mr. Johnson was wearing a black leather mask that made him look mysterious and dangerous. He had a big bowl of candy that he was handing out, but he seemed more interested in us than the candy. “Well hello there, my little angels,” he said in a deep, husky voice. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. Come on in, girls.” We did as we were told.
Inside, he locked the door and took us upstairs. His wife was out of town for the night. That night, Mr. Johnson taught us so many things, wearing nothing but his leather mask as he fucked us one by one on his bed. We left the next morning with sore pussies and big smiles.
Over the rest of the weekend, it was the same at house after house. Mr. Davis wore a Phantom of the Opera mask. Mr. Smith had on a Lone Ranger mask. The hot dads just couldn’t resist our little bodies and tight pussies. And we got so much candy and cock that Halloween weekend. It was a weekend none of us would ever forget.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248