I struggle to find Carl in the crowd. It's exhausting being the designated driver while also babysitting your drunk best friend. 

The Halloween event we're attending far surpassed my expectations of it being fairly small. Then again, when alcohol is involved, people will come. 

I'm wearing a white minidress with mesh sleeves, sheer black stockings, white stilettos, fake jewelry, makeup, a blond wig, and angel wings. I've not a single clue as to what I was aiming for with this costume. But here I am. 

Every one else is dressed as monsters, TV characters, etc. 

"Louis!" Carl yells out. 

I instantly turn to find him bracing himself against the wall, heavily inebriated. I rush to him, nearly losing my balance.

"Yeah, we're going home, buddy." I say, helping him outside.

What felt like an eternity, I finally got him into the car. I shuffle into the driver's seat and start the ignition. 

I call his house in hopes of someone answering. No one does, however. After a few more calls, his grandfather answers. I inform him I'm bringing Carl back, and if he could unlock the door. 

We finally arrive, and once more, I struggle to help him to the door. His grandfather answers. He's fairly thin, has gray hair, and is a few feet shorter than me. Yet, he assists me in helping Carl into his room and onto his bed. 

"What are you supposed to be?" he asks.

"I have no idea."

I glance around the room, seeing if anyone else is home. I take one more peek at Carl, ensuring he's passed out.

"Just you?" I ask.

"Yes, just I."

I smile and lean into him. He wraps his arms around my waist and begins kissing my chest and neck. I smile and giggle, kissing his cheek and nose. 

He leads me to the couch. He sits down. I kneel in front of him, spreading his legs. I maintain eye contact with him. He caresses my chin and cheek. 

I unzip his pants and pull out his fully erect cock. 

"Viagra?" I ask, giggling. 

"Just for you, baby," he says.

I smile and slide my tongue around the tip. A few seconds later I wrap my lips around it, beginning to suck his cock. 

For a man nearing seventy, he still had a lot of girth. Making this all the more amazing.

He places his hand on my head as I'm bobbing up and down. For all of the times I sucked his dick, I've finally overcome my gag reflex. I begin deepthroating him. I can feel his precum ooze down my throat. I pull my cock out from my panties and begin stroking it. 

It's not long before I'm slurping and giving him an extremely sloppy blow job. 

Suddenly, he holds my head in place, just as his tip is past my tonsils. My eyes begin watering as I feel his dick throbbing. I look into his eyes, showing how submissive I am for him.

He grins and begins fucking my mouth. It's enough to make me sweat. 

"I'm going to cum!" He cries out. 

I prepare for it. Suddenly, I feel a huge load of cum shoot down my throat. I gulp as much as I can. I keep stroking my cock, also close to cumming. 

I give in and pull my head away. The large beads-on-a-string from my saliva thin out as my mouth releases his dick. A combination of saliva and cum drips from my lips and onto my dress. 

I struggle to catch my breath. I stand up, and my knees are shaking. I sit next to him, feeling exhausted and sweaty. 

He leans over and begins kissing my neck and chest. I brush some hair away from my face. I give him little pecks on his cheek and nose. 

"You're so amazing," he says.

I giggle and bite my lip.

"Cute little old man, you have no idea," I reply.

We spend the next half an hour talking and laughing before I return home. 

As I pull into the driveway, I sit in the car and call my girlfriend. We spoke briefly as she wanted me to call her as soon as I arrived home. 

I make my way back inside my house; everyone's in the living room watching horror films. I head straight to my room. I remove all of my clothing and throw on my pajamas. 

As I'm lying down, I look through my gallery on my phone. As I'm scrolling through the various pics, especially of ones with my girlfriend, I open my private album. 

I view the ones of my many nights with Carl's grandfather. I reach for my cock and begin playing with it. My favorite pic is of him mounting me while I was dressed as his favorite actress from the early sixties. Another favorite of mine was one of us sucking each other off in a hotel room he paid for. 

I begin stroking my cock; I also make sure I have tissue near me. 

We began fooling around with each other the moment I turned twenty-one. He took me out to a bar, and from there we started our relationship. 

No one knows of us. It's our little secret. 

I view a pic of him eating my ass out while I wore a miniskirt and tube top, with sparkling fishnets and a black wig. 

It's enough to cause me to cum; I immediately cover my tip with the tissue. 

I then look upon one more pic of us. It's from when I first crossdressed for him. I wore a slutty mesh suit and a large blond wig. He's lying on top of me, kissing my neck. 

I smile and touch the screen.

'My sweet little old man'