“Oh Mom, you feel so good, I love fucking you”Ravi said, as he began thrusting faster and harder into his mother’s wanton pussy. “Ouch! Aaahh!...Nooo! Oh, Raaviii…don’t!” Mallika was moaning louder and louder as her head rolled from side to side with each building wave of orgasm that quickly approached her twitching pussy. She was lost in the moment, her only thoughts were of Ravi and her fucking, the taboo and yet the pleasure, coupled with the burning desire to feel Ravi squirt, racked her body. My panties were soaked more thoroughly than they have ever been before. I wondered if this could really be for real. I sure hoped so!I wondered if there was a catch, so I continued reading. There was no catch, but he had a fee of sorts. I'd have to spend the night with him before going into storage. Shit! Then again, I figured that might have been good for me. Had he wanted money instead of sex, I'd have had no way to pay him. I only had a few dollars left of my last unemployment check, and I. As Robin said, he's simply a stand-in for the judges. So it's completely up to the contestant. When it was Robin's turn, she turned away from me and leaned on the show stand as the music started. She waited a few beats, and then turned to me with a look of surprise. That was quickly replaced with a feral expression as she raked me up and down with her eyes. And then she started.The shirt came off first, the few remaining buttons flying as she grabbed the shirttails and just yanked the shirt. ’ I say. ‘What? You got haters already?’ Jamal said growing interested. (Sigh) ‘Yes there is one guy, and thats my roommate. His name is Quinn Robinson and…’ ‘Wait Quinny?’ he said cutting me off. ‘The lil short nigga with a bad attitude?’ ‘Yeah…. and… why am I not surprised that you know him?’ I say. He laughed and said, ‘Man, that dude is fuckin’ crazy, I hope you don’t believe a DAYUM thing he says cuz its all phony.’ ‘Trust me’ I say highlighting the words clearly. ‘I don’t.’ Speak.