She even remarked at how smooth my legs were and how ‘pretty’ I was looking. I felt like getting up and running out, but decided against it, besid...s, I knew what would happen if I did.“Now.” said Miss Hoover “Time for the outfit.” The audience watched the screen with bated breath for who was going to dress up this strange Barbie doll, which unfortunately was me. She called the number. “Number 102.”A lady at the back of the room stood up and cheered. She hurried up onto stage, I got a look at. “Leave it there for a little while,” Tom said. “How does it feel to know you’re sitting in the middle of a restaurant with no underwear and a bread stick in your pussy?” “It’s embarrassing me, but it’s making me horny,” she admitted. “Good,” he said. “Now take the bread stick out and eat it.” This was the most bizarre thing he had ordered her to do. There was no way she could eat that thing after it had been inside her. But her hands paid no attention to her mind. She pulled the bread stick. When it finally did, he had sperm all over his chest, hands and the panties, which were still wrapped around his shrinking penis. A moan of relief and remorse escaped Chris's lips. He looked down at the mess he had made and felt ashamed. Not because he had masturbated, but because it was the thought of his mother that he had made him climax. It was all wrong. He wasn't supposed to feel desire for his own mother. He threw his arm over his eyes as if blocking the light would give him comfort. It. Alexander drove was a pink Cadillac convertible. I askedabout the car and Mrs. Alexander told it was a 1959 model that used tobelong to her mother. She had her arm around my shoulder and pulled meto her so that my head rested on her breast as we sat on the bench seat.I just took it all it, her lovely full breasts and her aroma. Thisweekend was going to be special. Mrs. Alexander said that the next daywe were going to a restaurant for Thanksgiving dinner.As we pulled in the circular drive to.