Halloween costume party

“I have a better idea, honey. When you’re finished there I’ll bend you over with your hands on the toilet seat and pack your fudge but good. You won’t take another dump for a week.”

—–

Two days later Roxanne informed her mother that she was going to stay with her father when she wasn’t at school.

“But he only has one bedroom,” her mother whined.

“We’ll work it out,” Roxanne replied with a smirk as she opened her large purse a crack and stared at the harness and strap on dildo. “Daddy promised I could pack his fudge tonight,” she whispered.

“What, Roxanne, I didn’t hear you.”

“Daddy is going to sleep on his big recliner chair in the living room on a donut cushion. He has haemorrhoids or some such thing.”

—–

The four roommates spent the next weekend shopping at a large mall a hundred miles away. They shopped until they dropped—well, until all the money was gone that they earned from making soft dicks hard and then soft again at Witchy Poo’s Haunted Hooter House.

“I wish Halloween came more than once a year,” Emily mused.