No Cars. Why? I didn’t know. Maybe the creator of the pocket dimension didn’t know what cars were. But then, if they didn’t know what cars were,...why were there modern-looking roads and sidewalks? It made no sense.I shook my head, deciding it was an issue I could work around rather than lose my mind over. Then I looked in both directions along the street, trying to decide which way would be safe.I heard the door behind me and turned to see Stacia coming out. She stopped at the end of her. The night if the contest I was the third to shoot my load as a few had prematurely blown their loads and as I hadn,t even best iff in over a week it Didn,to take long to release my cum which went about six feet and plopped on the wooden floor of the house we were using where one of the frauleins left a piece of paper as a marker. A few others shot further than me, but then it was Joe,s turn, his fraulein frantically fisting his mighty member till he gave a loud sigh and his massive load sprung. What was unfolding in front of Ursempyre felt preposterous to him, but it looked like as if even more extravagant events were about to take place. Ursempyre would let the Patriarch put on his own show, and he would go on with his theatricals as far as it was possible.The logical part of his brain cried out in anguish at the impossibilities unraveling all around him, and wanted to stop and cry out for someone that could explain even the smallest iota of these tricks. 'They have to be tricks, '. As he walked into the kitchen, he saw his mother standing there, her back turned to him. He could see the body she had encased in the nearly see-through negligee and robe she was wearing. Jeff considered walking back to his room, but then decided that he might as well get it over with."Uh, Mom?" he began as he walked toward her. Expecting to see an angry expression on his mother's face, he was stunned to see that she was blushing a very bright crimson."Oh, Jeff. I'm so sorry, I don't know what.