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Some friends were throwing a halloween costume
party, and the invitations were by phone only. Denise, my girlfriend, was very
excited about this party, and said that Sondra threw the "wildest parties ever".
Denise had promised 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, 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, it certainly
promised quite a lot. Especially the way her breasts moved under the sheer"
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