Oddly, we had absolutely zero children come to our front door on Halloween. I really didn’t understand that, but our boy John sat at the front door holding on to one of three candy bowls. One candy bowl held full-size candy bars. The second bowl held hundreds of the ‘mini’ chocolate bars and the third bowl had the penalty candy (Smarties) for those children who don’t even take the time to dress up in a costume. They don’t get full sized candy bars, nor do they get any of the mini candies. Instead, they indian get one, yes one Smartie, not a handful, just one. The penalty for being lazy. I was quite bummed that we didn’t get even one child but having all the leftover candy only made John even happier. Mom suggested that it might be that the people in California seem to be against ‘regular’ fun that America has. She pointed out that she and Bob usually didn’t get any kids for Halloween either as the rich didn’t allow their children to go house to house begging for stuff, it wasn’t dignified. She suggested that next year we find a church that would be having a ‘fall festival’ as some churches put too much emphasis on Halloween being evil, to me it was just something that kids did, dress up and go asking for candy. John did make the joke that many of the ladies that now lived at the Chateau were barely older than the kids I was expecting to come to the door. I know he didn’t mean it as a bad thing, he just didn’t think before he spoke. He did get three playful slaps in the back of his head from Amy, Dakota, and of course Diane. I sat at the dining room table chatting with Mom, with Jill, with Paula, and even Jennifer joined in the conversation regarding the upcoming holidays. Mom told us all, that Christmas was her absolute favorite holiday of the year. How have you put up with this shit?" John smiled and told him he just wanted some live in pussy. Then he undressed and lay beside her and kissed her tenderly. She told herself that her crotch at least looked good, with a well maintained tuft of brown hair at the top and everything else bare. The wet material falls revealing her milky white breasts, her pink nipples perky; her breathing is heavy with excitement. Furia had her arms wrapped around my waist, her breasts pillowed against my back, and her crotch pressed against my ass as we rode my horse. “You’ll take care of that for me won’t you darling? “What?” Victoria closed the door and resumed her passionate advance against the nearest wall. It didn’t help that you specifically were speaking German either. She grunted deeply indian as she hugged herself and rolled back and forth on the mat. My lips formed a tight seal.