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While stationed in the UK, I went to a squadron Halloween party. I rode with a friend so I could drink freely. I borrowed the squadron's Santa costume and then wore a mask and sunglasses so no one knew who I was. (I was enlisted and almost everyone else was an officer) The party was crazy as hell with standing room only for all the English gals attracted to exciting pilots and free booze. I found a corner to sit in and immediately had girl after girl sitting on my lap many grinding and others groping me as they told me what they wanted for Xmas. I did my own exploring as most of the girls were in sexy as hell costumes that made easy access to tits and pussy. Bottles of beer kept magically appearing on the table next to me and I kept killing them. The lights were getting darker as the night went on and I had danced with quite a few gals, all slow music grinds. One gal totally out of my league danced me to a bedroom where she just pushed me on my back on the bed and pulled my pants down and sucked me to half a hard-on before putting a rubber on me and proceeded to ride me. My spirit was willing and that was about all. I reached down and pulled off the rubber and was able to concentrate enough to nut in her. Afterward, I managed to find my friend, and escape the party. I went home to my wife threw up in the toilet and passed out in bed. She mentioned my smells the next day, booze, cigarettes, and perfume. We laughed and I felt guilty as hell. The next day the gal started calling the squadron 3-4 times a day asking for "Dan" the name I gave her. My exploits at the party were noticed, but no one knew or suspected it was me. My buddy kept my secret and I was sick with myself for a while after. I still remember snippets of that night with pleasue and disgust in myself.