“I don’t know where to take it from there. I don’t really want to fuck the store attendant. I’m not being prudish about it; it’s just not as...hot as having him look up my dress and I think it should finish on a high note.” I could almost hear Belinda thinking and I could certainly hear her breathing. The ring and little finger of my hand on her breast were touching her ribcage and I could feel her heart hammering nineteen to the dozen in there. This was confusing for me; what she said about not. I felt like she enjoyed hearing my confessions and was beginning to reward me. I continued, "I smelled them, mommy. I fantasized about you wearing them, and imparting your scent into them and I fantasized about you taking them off for me and letting me fuck you. I fucked you in my mind all night, mom." Baby," she whispered, still lightly rubbing my cock through my PJs, "you shouldn't tell me those things. I'm your mother. Anyhow, I don't believe you. In some messed up way, you're just trying to. Blonde could be a contender if she paid close attention to his expert coaching lessons. Victor would help Blonde get ready for individual judge interviews and that could be the key to her success at this pageant. Victor took another step forward, extending both hands, obviously not for a handshake. He clasped Blonde’s wrists and pulled them away from her groin. Blonde complied and let her arms hang at her sides. Victor grazed a finger up her spandex encased cameltoe, then ferried under the. "That is a good look for you actually, Destiny," I let her know, rubbing her cum filled hair. We made out for another minute and then David got down on the floor with us. I saw him in the corner of my eye with an open moaning mouth. My lips came off hers. "Let me make you cum again, Destiny," I said, getting off her. "All over that pretty face, I can't wait," she answered, leaning up. My hand came to her and she took it. I helped her up, but I immediately pushed her onto the bed. She lied down.