He looked over his shoulder, getting his first look at the man from behind now. He could see his chiseled back, his tapered waist and broad shoulders....He felt his eyes dip and caught the curve of Armisen’s backside--firm and round, the towel dented in his crack.Carson felt something wet hit his foot. He looked down and saw a spit droplet on his shoe. He was drooling.Carson quickly wiped his lips before Armisen could notice. “I wanted to apologize for interrupting you the other night.”Armisen. He was no doubt enjoying the hell out of this.The black boy who told us to stop took a step closer and took a closer look at our shirts. Then he looked at us more closely. He said, "I know you, bitch! You live in my apartment building! That's your fucking daughter, isn't it?!"I nodded. I was really scared now. These boys were very intimidating. This unpleasant situation could quickly get out of hand.He spoke to his friends and eagerly exclaimed, "Hey! Check this shit out. Did you see what these. Her face was now a distorted purple shiny feature, and she smiled at me asI beckoned her over. I stood her in front of me, and began to explore her fat curves with my hands, loving the feel of the nylon against my palms and seeing the sight of her fat but shiny form was incredibly sexy. I dragged her onto my lap where she sat down with either leg either side of me, better for my hands to feel her large bottom, small breasts and arms. I kissed her through her nylon mask, trying to force my. The nipples were evident through the thin fine clingy cloth. Her arms were slim and feminine although well muscled. Would she be okay being Supergirl from now on?The outside guard entered the room. I ignored him as Lara spoke."How'd it go? Did you find out anything?" she asked."Probably everything we need to know," I said."Great! We'll get our stuff and get out of here," Lara said."Yeah sure," I said.."Hey what's wrong?" Lara asked."Have you thought about staying as Supergirl?" I asked."Huh?".