I had just turned 18 and, it being Halloween, I wanted to dress like a slut. After all, I was of legal age now; daddy couldn’t stop me. My friends and I traipsed down to the local haunted house. But I think I got a little turned around as I found myself being groped by a hot, horny hunk.It wasn’t until it was too late that I realized my masked lover was my father…Excerpt:"We should eventually split up," I teased, laughing out loud."Not funny," she replied, squeezing my arm even tighter.Suddenly, I felt a finger around my thong. What the hell?I stood suddenly and looked around. Not like I could see too much, this house was as black as a cave."Did you do that?" I asked Laura."Do what?"My pussy gushed at the thought of some kind of perv making the moves on us in the dark."I'm going back outside. I'll wait for you there," she said and bolted back the way we came. Pussy.I stood there in the inky blackness, listening for anything that would give the perp away.Nothing."Hello?" Seriously, I was looking for some more action. You can't just grab a girl's thong like that and not follow through.I sighed and started walking off, disappointed the pervert wasn't brazen enough to finish the job.As I walked, I felt a large, warm hand cup my ass. There we go! So our pervert was acting spooky, huh? Nice.
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