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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 fabric. Even several
layers didn't stop them from quivering
if she moved quickly. I started to
dress, wearing jockey shorts under
the soldier's kilt. The kilt reached my
knees (almost) and Denise slid
a hand underneath and pulled them down. I
leaned back while she gave me head,
and she stopped when she had my shorts in
her hand, free of my feet.
"There now,"
She giggled, "you're really dressed like a Roman." I argued
that I was not accustomed to wearing
a kilt and that I'd feel rather exposed
if I didn't wear shorts.
Denise exposed a lucious breast and told me that I'd
not get any tonite unless I went
along with her plans. I've given up trying
to figure out how her mind works,
so I went along with the game (but I did
stuff some spare shorts in the
soldier's money bag on the belt).
Driving over
to Sondra's didn't take long and I fought a hard-on the whole
way. Los Angeles doesn't
get very cold until mid-December, so the night air
felt like erotic caresses under
my kilt. Denise's nipples were standing at
full attention, pressing against
the fabric of her dress. As we got out of
the car, I stood lit a cigarette
for the both of us to relax. I had an idea,
and explained that I'd be her military
bodyguard (what a job!) and announce
her as "Princess Denesia" tonight.
She giggled and agreed. We walked up to
the house and rang the bell.
Sondra's house was up in one of the canyons and
off the beaten path. There
were quite a few cars parked in and around her
front yard already, and the sounds
of a party evident but not loud. When the
door opened, we both looked twice
and almost didn't recognize Sondra.
Sondra is as
tall as I am (5'10"), with fairly short dark brown hair, and
quite a nice figure for a woman
in her early thirties. Her figure is slim,
but with the curves in all the
right places. Her 34B-22-35 figure often made
me jealous of Dave, her husband.
The woman who opened the door had golden
blonde hair down to past her ass,
and she appeared to be stark naked. We both
looked twice and when she smiled
then laughed we heard Sondra's voice. She
was wearing a very tight-fitting
light tan body suit on which her artistic
husband had painted nipples, a
navel, and other appropriate visual clues. I
kissed her after Denise did, and
remarked at how realistic her "costume" was.
She laughed and said that Dave
had gone to great detail to be sure that no
matter what position she was in,
it would look realistic. She turned and bent
over and Denise gasped then giggled.
Her "vulva" appeared from behind, and
Dave's work was so realistic that
I fought another hard-on. The blonde wig
she wore obviously made her "Lady
Godiva" for the evening. She led us into
the back of the house, where the
party was already underway.
I stopped at
the bar, picking up a drink for each of us, and talked with
my favorite bartender (Dave of
course). He was dressed as cowboy, and his
tanned and lined face made him
look the part. I praised Dave's handiwork with
Sondra's costume and scanned the
room while he told me how Sondra modeled for
it. I tried not to listen,
fighting to keep my cock from becoming obvious.
There was a cave woman in a fake
tiger-skin, some guy dressed as Tarzan (or
should that be "undressed"?), a
couple of women dressed as old-west saloon
dancers (with figures that matched),
Christopher Columbus (I guessed), and
a gal dressed as Cleopatra.
There were too many others to mention, except
for two gals that got my attention.
One gal was dressed as a "southern belle"
and the other (who first peaked
my curiosity) was dressed as a buffalo scout.
She had an obviously fake moustache,
but what seemed peculiar was that even
with her tight fitting cowhide
costume, her breasts seemed almost non-exist-
ant. I wondered if perhaps
I was looking at a feminine guy. Dave noticed my stare.
"Her name is
Joanie." He said off-hand. "And the gal with her is Ann." I
looked at Dave and he smiled, saying
that he thought Joanie was a bit butch,
as he'd seen her dress as a man
at last year's party. I moved off to mix
with the crowd, finding Denise
talking with Sondra and another woman I didn't
recognize. They were talking
about the fabled Roman orgies and such things,
and Denise exclaimed as I approached.
"Here comes
the best soldier, and the best stud in all of Rome!" Her comment
made Sondra and the other woman
laugh, as well as several others. Sondra
took my arm and guided me over
to another group of people, most of whom I
couldn't recognize behind their
masks. I found myself talking to a somewhat
too short Abe Lincoln, a
pony-express rider, a WW-I Spad pilot, a nurse, a
20's flapper, and a young woman
dressed as an Indian. This last gal did some
very nice things to her chamois-skin
dress which barely covered her to mid-
thigh. We began talking about
recreational pursuits like skiing or camping,
and how they made our lives and
jobs bearable, common enough talk at a party
like this. I wandered through
the party, joining conversations and enjoying
a relaxed atmosphere.
Dave came up
and took my arm, saying he had a really neat idea. I followed
him towards the garage, and he
stopped to pull "Pocahontas" along with us.
The tight fitting chamios dress
she was wearing hugged her lovely form and it
made her very alluring. Once
in the garage, Dave explained his idea. He was
going to air-brush on our masks
with an alcohol-based paint that would wash
off with simple cold-cream.
After a second to think about it, I agreed, and
sat down and let him paint a mask
over my face and eyes. The paint was very
cold as it hit my face, and Dave
started on one cheek, moving evenly over my
tightly closed eyes. The
paint stayed cold as the alcohol evaporated and I
could smell the vapors. Dave
fanned at my face with a cardboard sheet and
told me to open my eyes. "Pocahontas"
was standing directly in front of me
when I did, and she gasped as my
eyes opened suddenly, seeming to jump out of
the black mask. Her nipples
were pushing against the material and her face
seemed flushed. Dave motioned
for us to change places and we did. My reaction
when she opened her eyes was the
same, a slight start when her eyes opened
and became a stark contrast to
the deep black mask. Dave told us to put our
cheap masks back on, so that no
one would know until after midnite. We both
caught his laughter and replaced
our masks and rejoined the party.
Sondra caught
up with me at the bar (now tended by a 30's gangster), and
led me out back onto the deck.
She drew my attention down the slope of the
yard where, in the darkness, I
could see two figures moving in a very specific
rhythmn. I looked at her
and she giggled that it was "Cleopatra" and "Tarzan"
down there fucking each other silly.
I looked around and saw Denise through
the crowd inside, talking with
the "butch" buffalo scout and her Southern belle
and mentally reminded myself that
we did have a somewhat open relationship.
It was about
eleven o'clock when Sondra took center stage (so to speak) in
the room and announced that at
midnight there would be a very unique unmasking
of all the guests. I smiled
and my eye caught "Pocohontas" looking over at
me. We smiled at each other,
knowing what surprises we had under our masks.
Just so the reader knows, the lighting
at the party was dim, mostly reds and
yellows, keeping a subtle moodiness
over us all. Sondra disappeared and Dave
now was telling us that they had
made the rest of the house into a fantasy
world for us to explore after our
un-masking. He also explained that anyone
wishing either to leave or stay
the night was welcome to do so, just as long
as Dave or Sondra knew. An
excited babble started and Denise sought me out.
"See?" She said.
"I told you they threw the best parties."
"I thought you
said 'wild parties'" I said back to her. Her reply was a
small throaty laugh, and she said
to wait, the best part was coming up. I'd
forgotten all about my lack of
underwear and suddenly I felt naked in my Roman outfit.
At about eleven-thirty,
Dave drew everyone into the room and produced a
small box. He had the Southern-belle
draw a slip of paper. He read from
the paper. "Cleopatra" Dave said
in an even voice. The girl that had earlier
been in the back yard came forward
and stood next to Dave. She looked at him
expectantly, then he indicated
for her to draw another slip of paper. Dave
read that one too. "Indiana Jones"
he announced triumphantly. A man came up,
and he was dressed just like the
character, down to the hat, jacket and the
bullwhip. Dave now explained
that these two were to un-mask each other for
the remainder of the party.
"Un-Mask each other completely" he added. Since
Cleopatra's name was drawn first,
she was allowed to "un-mask" Indiana Jones
first. She started unfastening
his clothes and quickly had him stark naked
except for his mask. I heard
my own gasp along with many others when she
removed his mask and his face had
the same painted-on mask as I did. I then
guessed that Dave had led everyone
to beleive that only they had one. "Indy"
had a large cock that was growing
as he began undressing Cleopatra. He quickly
removed her flimsy garments and
bared her fine figure. He left her bracelets
and necklaces on (a nice touch),
and finally removed her mask, revealing an-
other painted on. This went
on for several rounds. Finally, someone drew,
and I heard Dave say "Roman Warrior".
Well, my ticket was up. I walked up,
fighting (without much success)
a building erection. Another name was drawn,
and to my surprise it was "Buffalo
Scout". The young woman who looked flat
chested stood before me, eyeing
me hard. I began by squatting carefully to
avoid displaying my nakedness underneath
the kilt (although why at this stage
I don't know), and pulling her
tall moccasin type boots off. Untying the draw-
string of her buckskin pants and
pulling them down, I saw the most beautiful
light brown bush nestled between
a pair of lovely thighs. I held the pants
as she stepped out of them and
saw that her thighs didn't meet at the top,
leaving a small gap between them
and her vulva. As I moved to stand up, I de-
liberately exhaled my hot breath
against her mons. I stood very close to her
and she looked up into my eyes,
hers now seeming to plead for me to take her.
I pulled her buckskin top over
her head, taking the fake moustache with it
when it pulled over her head. and
looked at her. Her breasts were very small,
and her nipples were dark and erect.
My arm brushed against her stomach as I
tossed her top onto the heap of
other costumes. I looked at her and started
to remove her mask, her eyes flashing
with a lusty look. I had figured her
for a lesbian, but her breathing
was irregular, and her face was flushed.
She too had the painted mask, so
her face remained obscured in the dim light.
She took her turn, smiling as she
knelt in front of me. Her hands unfastened
the sandals I wore and slid up
my legs lightly, caressing me. I felt my cock
rising, and nothing I could do
would prevent it. I glanced about the room,
and saw that several men's costumes
contained bulges, and the ones undressed
where fully aroused. The
girl's hands disappeared under my kilt, apparently
planning on removing my underwear
first. She stopped suddenly and looked up
at me, surprise registering on
her face. Her hands slid from my hips to my
groin and she wrapped her hand
around my cock. "Now I know what Roman Soldiers
DON'T wear under here!" She said,
eliciting a laugh from the crowd. She found
the clasp of the kilt and it dropped
away. She was still kneeling and as she
stood up, she let my cock brush
her face and chest. I sighed deeply when she
faced me. She stood almost
against me as she undid the many buttons of the
tunic, my cock pressed upwards
against her stomach. She started undulating
sensuously against me, and I heard
the cat-calls and whistles, mostly from
the other ladies present.
I saw Denise watching, a big smile on her face,
her nipples pressing against her
dress, and she was rooting for the "buffalo
scout" to continue. She peeled
my tunic off, pulling it off towards my back
and pressing herself against me.
Her lips grazed my right nipple and I felt
her tounge flick over it quickly.
She pulled my tunic off and let it drop to
the floor. Pressing her short
body against me, she raised her hands and
removed my mask, showing the now
standard paint-mask. Her nails raked down
my back as she sensously gave me
a brief hug. Everyone applauded a good
performance (on her part) and Dave
told us to stand with the other naked guests.
The room was
segregated by dressed and undressed. The undressed side was
dwindling quickly and since my
turn, it seemed that the acts were getting more
and more erotic. Two turns
later Denise was called up just before the Southern-
belle. It dawned on me that
two men could be undressing each other, but as it
turned out none did. I wondered
how Denise would react, and watched her move
quickly to undress the small blonde.
Once the dress fell away, Denise was
faced with a lavender corset.
The blonde wore no panties and her bush showed
clearly. I watched, very
aroused, when Denise started unfastening the corset
by reaching around the blonde instead
of standing behind her. The blonde just
leaned into Denise and her face
was just barely above Denise's cleavage. Once
the corset released her, her breasts
sagged just a bit to reveal their true
fullness and shape. Denise knelt
again, sliding the corset down the belle's
legs. When she stood, her
hands glided up the sensuous body, cupping both
full breasts. Denise removed
the mask and there was no surprise at the other
one painted on. Now it was
Denise's turn, and I was very aroused by her bold
touching of another woman.
She'd never mentioned anything about other women
so I assumed that she was a straight-arrow.
The petite blonde belle knelt and
took care of the sandals, and she
stood and reached around Denise, looking
for a way to release her dress.
Her hands roved over Denise's back and sides,
looking for the hidden fastenings.
Denise's chest rose quickly and her hips
moved in a sensual way. The
"buffalo scout" was named Joanie and she stepped
next to me and whispered.
"Your wife?" She asked. I told her Denise was my
girlfriend. She ran her hand
down my back, smiling, and said simply "Good."
The blonde was peeling Denise's
dress off slowly, her hands caressing every
inch as the dress slid to the floor.
Denise stepped out, a flush visible
between her breasts. "Your
girlfriend Bi?" Joanie whispered. "Not that I
know of." I replied. The
blonde was now slithering up Denise's body, pressing
hers against Denise's as she rose
to remove the mask. "Ann's incredibly sexy
isn't she?" Joanie asked.
The question needed no reply, and I watched as she
removed Denise's mask. Everyone
applauded and made some comments about the
"heat" that Ann had generated with
Denise. Denise and Ann came over to us
and we talked while more names
were drawn. Ann's hand rested on Denise's
ass, and she didn't seem to object.
"See what I mean by a wild party?" Denise
asked. She turned to Ann,
and thanked her. Ann squeezed her cheek and kissed
her lightly. Ann turned to
me and asked if I had enjoyed Joanie's teasing.
"Do I look dead?" I asked.
Six eyes went down to my erect cock and they all
smirked and shook their heads.
Denise and Ann went to get some drinks for
all of us and we continued to watch
the show. Sondra was up with a younger
guy dressed as a sailor.
Sondra was to be undressed first, and the "sailor"
showed some real imagination.
Sondra's body-suit didn't hide much, and what
it did, it advertised. The sailor
didn't even start with unfastening the suit,
but went directly into licking
her "painted" parts through the suit. Sondra's
hips were swaying as the sailor
worked down and mouthed her pussy through the
fabric. My cock twitched
when she pressed her pelvis forward against his eager
mouth. I felt Joanie's hand
wrap around my cock and squeeze, so I slid mine
down and under her ass, finding
her opening wet and the lips already open.
She leaned against me while we
watched the sailor repeat his licks as he took
Sondra's body-suit off. Denise
and Ann came back, and Denise warned Joanie
not to get me too worked up this
early. Sondra was standing with the sailor's
mouth firmly on her now naked pussy,
her hands pressing his face against her.
Some of the women were shouting
encouragements to them and finally Sondra had
to step back and away in order
to keep things moving along. Sondra's breathing
was very heavy as she quickly removed
the sailor's uniform. She started with
his shirt and worked down.
His cock sprang free and stood at attention, all
nine or ten inches! As Sondra
worked the pants over his feet, she swallowed
him whole, taking it almost completely
down her throat. Some people gasped
at the amazing feat, and Joanie
squeezed my cock hard. My finger slipped into
her hot little pussy, and I felt
her juices on my hand. Sondra un-masked the
sailor finally and they joined
our side of the room.
A short time
later, the last couple was paired up and took center stage.
This was the cave girl and Tarzan
(an appropriate couple). Neither of them
had much to remove and they did
each other simultaneously. As soon as they
were both naked, "Tarzan" picked
up the small cave girl and turned her upside
down, holding her twat up to his
face. He started sucking her pussy and her
mouth sucked his cock while the
stood there. Everyone started applauding the
show, and they finally stopped
and unmasked each other.
Sondra announced
that the rest of the house was open for exploration, all
except two closed doors that were
off-limits (please). Denise, Ann, Joanie
and I started to wander towards
the other rooms, curious as to what they held.
The first room was faintly lit
and soft cushions abounded. A film played on
one wall showing a belly dancer
in the middle of a harem of naked women. The
women were all working each other
up into a frenzy as the dancer danced. Ann
and Denise stayed, with Denise
telling me not to worry, she'd catch up. I felt
a tingling sensation and was torn
between staying to watch what might happen
between her and Ann, and wanting
to explore more of the house.
Joanie and I
went to the next room, and found matresses covering the floor
and another movie playing on the
wall. We watched a porn queen taking two
cocks in her cunt at the same time,
and then we followed several people down
to the basement. There we
saw a well equipped B&D and S&M chamber and several
people were already enjoying.
Joanie wasn't into that so we found another
room. In this one Joanie
practically dragged me to the cushions before I could
really tell what it was about.
On the wall was a girl deep-throating a huge
cock and the scenes changed to
show various oral sex scenes. Joanie started
to suck my cock greedily, watching
the screen. I tried to pull her pussy up
so I could suck her too, but she
resisted, telling me just to watch the movie.
Joanie was sucking my seven inch
cock with wild abandon, her saliva drooling
down and making my balls wet.
I realized she was following everything the
girls in the movie were doing and
relaxed and started enjoying. The girl in
the movie suddenly received a faceful
of come, and started rubbing it all over
her face. Joanie was rubbing
my cock on her face, moaning and gasping. Another
scene started, obviously spliced
in at the midway point. A young blonde girl
was sucking an averaged sized cock
deep into her mouth. Joanie took me all
the way down to the root and I
moaned. She parted from the movie, repeating
the deep-throating of my cock,
forcing her mouth down rapidly. She was using
my cock to fuck her mouth, and
I started raising my hips to meet her. The
girl on the screen received her
mouthfull of jism, and Joanie seemed to go
crazy, rubbing my cock on her face
and licking under my balls. Another scene
started, and this time I reached
over and began finger fucking Joanie's soaked
pussy. Her hips moved up
and gave me better access to her dripping hole, and
she sucked me with a renewed
vigor. I watched the movie and a busty redhead
leaned back as two guys spurted
their come on her big tits. A montage started
after that, showing guys coming
on girls faces, tits, asses and cunts, with
the emphasis on their faces and
tits. I felt a rising surge, Joanie still
wildly sucking my cock. I
told Joanie I was going to come, and she went into
a complete lust for my cock.
I decided I knew what turned her on, so I asked her.
"Would you like
me to come all over your tits? Your face?" I said huskily.
Her reply was through her panting,
"God!...Yes!...My tits...face...Yes!" I
moved her onto a cushion so she
could watch the movie or me, and I knelt, my
hips straddling her stomach.
She was propped up almost vertically, and she
sucked me into her mouth.
"Make me cum baby" I said and I felt the rising
heat inside me. Joanie sucked,
rubbed her face with my cock, and did every-
thing a guy could wish for, and
I felt a huge orgasm rising. She began to
stroke me with both her small hands
and I felt the first pulsing gush flow
into her mouth. Another gush,
again into her mouth, and I pulled back, pushing
my cock down in time for the next
flooding rush to cover her right tit with
thick white cum. She arched
up, pressing her nipple to my cock and I fired
again. I stroked myself and
started rubbing my cock on her face, my cum was
still spurting onto her lips and
into her hair. Joanie shuddered and moaned
loudly, rubbing her face and tounge
all over my cock. As we began to slow
down, I used my hand and rubbed
the thick sperm from her right tit all over
her chest, pinching her nipples
wetly. I watched in awe as her eyes rolled
back and she shuddered again, twitching
each time I pinched or pulled her
nipples. Finally we both
fell into a heap next to each other, breathing hard
and glistening with sweat.
Joanie told me that she comes only if someone is
rubbing or sucking her clit, or
if she gives head and can feel the come on
her sensitive tits. Fascinated,
I talked to her until my flagging cock was
standing hard again, and this time
I came in her mouth alone, pulling and
pinching her nipples hard as her
mouth filled with my cum. She orgasmed again
and kept cuming as long as her
nipples were toyed with.
We looked around
us and several other couples were in the room, in various
stages of sexual encounters.
Ann and Denise came into the room and over to
us. Both busty gals a contrast
to the small breasts of Joanie. I could tell
that Ann and Denise had been having
fun, their pussy lips were distended and
swollen, and they both tasted like
pussy when we kissed each other. Joanie
too kissed Ann and Denise, with
long tounging strokes. I asked if they'd like
to join us at our place.
Ann smiled and said that Denise had just suggested
that. We all dressed and
headed to our place.
Denise rode
with Ann and Joanie with me. I told Joanie that I was surprised
that she didn't have to beat guys
off with a stick since her oral talents were
very pleasing and arousing.
She blushed and said that she hadn't had too many
men in her life (only four I found
out), but that women also seemed to be very
interested in her "gift".
At our apartment, Joanie explained to Denise and
Denise looked at me and smiled.
Denise explained that while I loved to suck
and lick her pussy for hours, she
didn't like me to come in her mouth all that
much. Ann suggested we shower
and go to bed together and have a long foursome
session, doing whatever seemed
fun. Ann and Denise showered first and Joanie
and I ate each other until they
finished. Joanie was very horny when we took
our shower and sucked me off again
in the shower, while I pulled her nipples.
We both came, and then washed up,
joining Denise and Ann in the bedroom. The
girls were already into a heavy
sixty-nine and Joanie and I curled up and
watched. Joanie reached over
and tasted some of Denise's cream, then she
slid over and joined them.
The sight of three horny women doing each other
got me hard again, and I slipped
my cock into Joanie's pussy from behind. She
sucked Denise while Ann sat on
Denise's face. Ann was the first to orgasm
and she bucked and moaned loudly
before falling off Denise and laying on her
side, curled up in a happy haze.
I told Joanie to bend Denise's legs back
and suck her cunt hard and fast.
Joanie complied and started to bring my
girlfriend off. I reached
under Joanie and used two fingers to massage her
hard bud of a clit. Her hips
rose up and she rocked them back and forth. Her
fires ignited, she lapped Denise
into a frenzy, stopping just before she came,
then starting again. Denise
was sweating heavily, her face and tits flushed,
her breathing ragged. Finally
Denise came, and Joanie sucked and licked her
slowly, keeping her on the edge
for quite a while. Denise curled up with
Ann, who now was watching Joanie
and me. I pulled Joanie's delicate hips up
and started ramming her from behind,
fingering her clit as I did. She moaned
and squirmed, forcing her hips
back against me very hard, and she started to
come just before I did. I
drove against her so hard that I lifted her off
the bed, impaling her on my cock.
She screamed and shuddered on my cock, her
whole body wracked by an explosive
orgasm. We both fell over and laid on our
sides, shaking and sweating together.
"Je-SUS KEE-RIST!"
Ann said. "I've never seen anyone come that hard!" Both
Joanie and I smiled. Denise
put in her comment with, "God-DAMN!"
About a month
later, Denise moved in with Ann, and Joanie moved in with me.
We still see each other regularly,
and still have our foursomes about once a
month. Joanie has told me
that I'm the first guy that has ever made her come
without rubbing her clit (last
week). She still loves me to come in her mouth,
or on her tits, but she's learning
to relax and enjoy a good hard fucking.
We both like to watch a porno movie
and tease each other, sometimes Joanie
comes while I'm rubbing or sucking
her nipples, and other times she just lays
back and lets me tease her to near
orgasm. Then when we go to bed, she can
come without needing me to rub
her clit. I just bought her some small light
clamps for her nipples and she
loves to wear them on weekends. Ann and Denise
have their own boyfriends, and
they are glad Joanie and I met, as we've fallen
in love with each other.
My only regret
is that Joanie may kill me with her sexy mouth or pussy. If
I do go, however, it will be
with a terrific smile on my face!
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