Carly gasped. Indian xxx It was very masculine, with dark leather and bookcases. “You’re not wearing any panties, are you Miss O’Shea?”
“No.”
“Show me.”
Carly watched in dazed fascination as Jenn grasped the hem of her costume and inched it up, uncovering her creamy pussy lips. I would be in all kinds of holy hell trouble if I got caught wearing EITHER ONE of those!”
Jenn continued as if Carly hadn’t said anything. Jason smiled. The red-and-white thigh-highs showed off Carly’s curvy legs. All three collapsed in a sweaty, leaking heap, breathing hard, hearts beating fast. The gumdrops on the bikini top stuck out obscenely. “So you’ll be Treat, and I’ll be Trick,” said Jenn, holding the remaining costume up to her slim body. Plus, of course, the pink satin sash reading “TREAT.”
“That may be the filthiest Halloween costume I’ve ever seen,” Carly said dryly.
