” The beast in his lap stirred. Carson was a good obedient boy. He lifted his tank and tossed it aside, slathering his chest and stomach with oil. �...�You've been so generous with me this weekend,” he said, his voice dry and emotionless. “You’ve been a good boy for Daddy,” said Mr. Armisen. “You deserved it.” “Bought me these nice-ass clothes,” Carson said, turning around to bend over, presenting his tight ass for Mr. Armisen’s pleasure. The man sat up in his chair and let out a shaky sigh. He. Lots of girls made airtight but it was a girls that stood out by lusting for these things that often would win . Because each team was only allowed a set amount of members the honor of being a judge in each competition scoring was fair mostly based on the paid entries costing $50,000 plus for the national shows. They would then be judged by everyone and the top competitors will then go on to the National League streaming service. At a monthly cost well into the thousands of dollars the. I lowered the zipper. She shook her head quickly and put her hand on my bulge. She pointed with the other hand at the bathroom. “In there.” It was my turn to shake my head as I lowered my jeans and boxers. My nearly erect eight inch cock bobbed as the waistband was tugged underneath. Then my loaded aching balls. Tamara’s eye’s got large. I gave her the tailor’s tape. “Measure away,” I said. “Be careful or it might go off, then we’ll have some significant cleaning to do.” Tamara unrolled. The shadows between her thighs retreated. Light spilled deeper and deeper between them until... She wore a pair of white panties dotted with little, blue flowers. They were nothing special—they weren’t the exciting thongs that Aurora and Cassandra wore—but there was something ... enticing about them. These plain, boring panties were my mother’s panties. This was so wrong. So taboo. I shouldn’t be touching her this way. I shouldn’t be seeing her this way.But I was. Thanks to my powers.My hands.