Abbie gives something other than thanks.

Abigail Harris looked around the Halloween Masquerade Ball she had just rejoined, fresh from a round with two of her 'gentleman callers'. All her geriatric charges seemed to be enjoying themselves, the spiced apple cider a favourite. She saw the other half of her 'gang of four', Pearl Johnson and Mark Chambers, by the other end of the refreshment table. In keeping with the 'come dressed in honour of your favourite holiday' theme, the two were dressed as Thanksgiving Pilgrims. Mark wore a grey suit with white trim and a big black belt. His comically tall hat was trimmed the same. Pearl looked resplendent in a full grey floor-length dress with a large white apron and bonnet close around her head.

Both were close to the table, chatting as they refilled they cups with cider. Abbie, still feeling naughty from her three-way of moments ago, slipped under the long tablecloth and stealthily made her way over to Mr. Chambers, like the cat she was costumed as tonight.

Finding an opening in the tablecloth, she stroked the crotch of the Pilgrim before her, finding the costume's fly. Acting quickly, she wrangled the thickening cock out and pumped it to hardness before she drew it closer to her. The mischievous miss pulled the hard shaft under the tablecloth with her before she began to lave it with the cider-cooled wetness of her lips and tongue.

Mark Chambers could not believe what he was feeling below the covering of the refreshment table. His cock was getting worked over famously by an eager mouth. He could only guess it was impish Abbie. He had seen her moments ago, looking like the cat that swallowed the canary. And it had nothing to do with her saucy outfit. More to do with the fact that she had just come out of the back room with two of his poker buddies. 'Probably more of a game of poke-her,' he had a little selfishly thought. But, now, who was he to complain? He was about to shoot his seed into one of the prettiest eighteen-year-old's he had seen. Now he just had to try and concentrate on his conversation with Pearl, so she wouldn't be the wiser.

Abbie tried to suppress a giggle as she heard Mark Chambers grunt in assent to Pearl's side of the conversation above her as he tried to cover up the energetic blowjob he was receiving under the table. One thing the senior couldn't control was his climax, though. The teen's suctioning just drew the cum from his balls, emptying their contents into the whiskered teen catgirl's mouth as he stood there helplessly, clenching the table edge in a deathgrip as he lurched forward.

The new Activities Director lapped the old man's peter clean before she tucked it back into the slacks of the Puritan before her. Another wild idea occurred to her, and Abigail quickly turned on her hands and knees under the table.

Hearing Pearl was finishing her conversation, Abbie slid under the petticoats of the elderly woman as she readied to head for the dance floor. The vixenish brunette was hidden beneath the full dress as she crept across the open floor with her surrogate Nana.

When Pearl stopped, Abbie went to work, pulling aside the granny panties and tonguing the old lady's twat eagerly, the smell of lilac enveloping her in the close confines.

The nursing home worker could feel the old woman's legs tremble around her, knowing her tongue was doing it's job as she heard the woman sigh softly," Lordy, girl, you have a wonderful mouth!"

As stealthily as she had crept under the Pilgrim's skirts, the costumed cat-girl slipped back out, confident no one had discovered her little excursion. But just as she had turned to get to her feet, a few feet away from Ms. Johnson, a figure stepped before her.

Abigail Harris looked to the person that loomed large above her. Certainly not a a lot of time had been put into the outfit. Just a plain white sheet with a couple of holes for eyes. 'But, what else do you need to be a ghost?' Abbie decided. She didn't know which one of Bellevue's residents this might be. The figure just looked down at her with a cock to the head and upraised hands, as if to say, "What about me?" Obviously, the person had seen what had just gone on with Pearl and was eager for a piece of the action. Not wanting to start trouble, Abbie decided the best thing to do was to appease this person as well. She crawled a little forward, and lifted up the sheet and dipped underneath.