our presense, and started looking for costumes. With over a month to prepare Denise started calling every place in the phone book. Several days later I was dragged down to a small shop which rented costumes mostly to theatrical groups. There Densie outfitted me as a Roman soldier, replete with shield and sword (a wooden sword). It was a nice fit, and the leather bracing of the cloth added a certain manliness to the appearance. Denise was eyeing a gown that looked right for about 17th century France (and it looked expensive), but the proprietor took her back and let her try on a different gown first. It was a good choice. The gown was made of layers of thin fabric, and it left her left shoulder bare. It was a classic "Roman" woman's dress, and with Denise's figure (5'5", 113, barley legal teens tobacco teens Blonde, blue, and 34D-22-34) she looked stunning. We paid the tab, promising to bring them back after Halloween. The shopkeeper smiled and told us that every year he loves to watch us "amatuers" dress up and have fun. We laughed and left with our costumes in neat boxes, teasing each other about the fun we could have with them. The day of the party, Denise bought some cheap masks (everyone was supposed to wear one), and started preparing. Our preparations started with a long hot shower together, and we teased each other quite a bit before drying off. I was adjusting the waistband of the kilt-like Roman soldier's outfit and I looked up and saw Denise slipping into her dress. I remarked about her lack of any undergarments, and she smiled seductively. She stood near a strong light and while you couldn't see anything, amateur teens tobacco teens it certainly promised quite a lot. Especially the way her breasts moved under the sheer fabric. Even several layers didn't stop them from quivering if she moved quickly. I started to dress, wearing jockey shorts under the soldier's kilt. The kilt reached my knees (almost) and Denise slid a hand underneath and pulled them down. I leaned back while she gave me head, and she stopped when she had my shorts in her hand, free of my feet. "There now," She giggled, "you're really dressed like a Roman." I argued that I was not accustomed to wearing a kilt and that I'd feel rather exposed if I didn't wear shorts. Denise exposed a lucious breast and told me that I'd not get any tonite unless I went along with her plans. I've given up trying to figure out how her mind works, teens having sex tobacco teens so
