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Haunted House

We have a haunted house party every year, you know decorate and drink and get stupid and all that. We send all the kids to sitters or family or wherever and just have fun being grown up kids. This year I played the part of a cut up corpse, with fake blood and torn clothes and the open wounds, the whole nine yards. I didn't want to ruin any of my clothes so I had to buy a new pair of shorts and shirt just to tear up and drench with blood. The spot where I was to be was lit with a black light, which illuminated my torn short and jeans quite well. I had a girlfriend of mine cut the holes and pour the blood on me. I think she enjoyed it a bit too much, by the time she was done, there was two thin strips covering my nipples and my shorts were barely a rag, not really covering anything. She poured the blood on me and rubbed it all over my chest as if I had been attacked and I don't mind saying it made me moist with all the attention. I really had to work at being dead for a while. It absolutely turned me on knowing that if someone looked hard enough that they could see my bare puss peeking out of my shorts. At first there were a lot of couples and groups that went through and they would stop and stare at me trying to figure out if I were real or not. A few of the guys came through more than once just to get another look. It had slowed for a few minutes when one such guy came back in for the third time. He looked behind him to see if anyone was near and hurried over to me. He bent down and was looking up my shorts and then got real close to my face, still not knowing if I was real or not. Feeling ...

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