{SWISH-Crack!}... {SWISH-Crack!}. I didn't know what I was doing! I paused again, Billie-Jo was now sporting tramlines on her ass and I could see spot... of blood where the cane had bit too sharply. I threw the cane down and moved Sharon's hands away. "I'm sorry Billie-Jo! That was too much." I was sweating now! What was happening to me?Sharon shook her head, "Paul you are becoming emotional, are you sure you're okay." She asked me concerned.I wanted to say 'NO! I'm not!' but I found myself. Teasing him as he pushed back and arched his back more, hoping to get my cock in his boy cunt."You want this boy?" Please Daddy!" Tell me you want to be a muscle jock for me." I want to be a muscle jock for you Daddy!"As soon as he finished the words his muscles started to grow and swell. His arms got bigger, his ass hot firmer and rounder. His smooth back became toned. I reached and squeezed his chest, feeling it get bigger in my hands."Fuck boy. What if I wanted you to be the little skinny. ..then my hand found the bulge in his shorts and it felt hard as a rock and I could feel the heat from it in my palm. At that moment he stepped back, suddenly, and I was startled and somewhat taken aback as my breath caught in my throat - thinking he had changed his mind. Then he peeled off his shirt and pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them. I was looking at the perfect specimen of a man! Handsome and smiling at me; muscular, dark skinned, big hand, dark nipples, sexy lips, fierce. Her juices soaked my digits. I sucked harder on the girl's nub, feeling her virginity, her passion. She let out such cute, squeaking moans as she swayed between us, her passion broadcast throughout the fairground arena.The crowd loved it. They cheered her. Clapped her on. Envied her for being up here with me.I loved it. I closed my eyes as I sucked on her nipple, loving the flavor of her skin, savoring that salty tinge, while my nose caught whiff of her spicy snatch. Her juices coated my.