Three old witches

Abbie looked around at the appreciative crowd with some embarrassment. Most of them had known her fairly intimately at some time in the recent past; but even so, being caught giving Bart Warfdale’s smelly old cock a tittie fuck in public was not something she wanted on her resume. Behind her, the old man in the badly constructed ghost outfit wheezed his appreciation at the teenager’s efforts.

Abbie had not yet popped her generous breasts back into the confining catsuit and they still ran slick and wet with mixture of table syrup and the old man’s jizm. They also glowed a healthy crimson with the young woman’s blushes.

From across the room, a cackling trio beckoned the eighteen year old over. Abbie instantly recognised Elsie, Maude and Mary, dressed of course as the three witches from MacBeth. Their unique take on the subject meant that Elsie of course was topless, with just a shawl draped lightly across her exposed breasts; Maude wore black fishnets and a matching basque; and Mary sat astride one of her walking sticks and jiggled about on it in a way that suggested that there was something sticking up from it, roughly around the area of her crotch.

Smiling, Abbie sauntered over, her breasts still exposed as, frankly for the moment, she wasn’t sure what to do about Bart’s foul deposit upon them.

“Here kitty, kitty, kitty,” cooed Elsie.

“You never could get enough kitty, could you dear?” cackled Maude.

Mary just grunted, her eyes glazed as she rode her ‘broomstick’.

Abbie let her hips swing as she walked towards the trio, causing the tail of her black cat costume to swish also.

“Kitty’s pleased to see us,” smirked Elsie, noting the swishing tail.

“That’s dogs, you dummy,” criticised Maude.

“Well what do cats do then?”

“They rub up against you and stick their ass in the air!”

Elsie raised her eyebrows in delight.

“Do you think kitty’s pleased to see us?” she asked. For an answer, Abbie swung round and bent at the waist, presenting curvaceous backside to their view. Maude pulled at the torn material under the tail of the brunette’s costume.

“Hmmm… looks like Frank Rosen’s gotten here before us,” the old lady noted. Abbie winced in renewed embarrassment. She had forgotten about Father Time’s anal antics in the cloakroom.

“Never mind,” Elsie responded, “she’s all ours now.”