“So true,” I said, smiling at the TV. “So Mr. Mondale proposed the idea, and I fell in love with it. It turned out to be a lot of work to put together. We had to figure out how to get contestants, fingering what the rules were, the sponsors. Even with Mr. Mondale putting all his lick business and media expertise to it, I felt ragged by the time March rolled around. I was also cheering for my college, fundraising with the boosters and alumni, giving interviews left and right, and breeding every woman I could in between. My nineteen-year-old self was pushed to her limits. “But it was worth it,” I said, smiling. “So how did you come up with the contestants? Now a days, with your daughters breeding women, too, it's not just limited to girls you've babe impregnated so the pool is a lot larger to draw from. But back then...” “We held twenty qualifying events, glorified talent shows, mostly across the Pacific Northwest since that was where I lived at the time. People who attended would vote on which pregnant girl they thought was the most talented and hottest. The winner would then make the final event, assuming her ultrasound showed that she was carrying a futa. I was so excited when the day finally came. It was a Saturday and I was wearing the most beautiful dress ever... March 23rd, 2019 I trembled as I sat down at the judge's table to the right of the stage, my dick so hard, tenting the front of the little, black dress I wore. I felt so glamorous in it with my diamond necklace about my neck, my round breasts on ass displayed. I had my blonde hair stylized into a delicious mass that fell down to my left shoulder and spilled over it and down to my cleavage. On my right, Mr. Mondale sat, panties a tall man, slightly overweight but his tux hid most of it, making him look almost suave until you saw that pervy grin on his thick lips. He had his hands clasped before him, eager for the contestants to come out. “I am sure they know. She gasped, squeezing her thighs even tighter about me. I thrust my tongue into her depths, soaking in her tart delight. And nearly exploded in pleasure. Pleeese Jeff," Deb pleaded while rubbing herself on the tip of the dildo. With a brush, we signed our names on the scroll. Beth wrapped her arms around his body and babe snuggled her face into his neck and cried. Said Denise. She fixed on one; a smile above irises that halved panties beneath her drawn brow. “That’s up to you; you’re 18 now so it’s your choice.” Meaghan couldn't get mad and I could get my fucking ovaries off. His mammoth fingering cock stood erect and jerked like a spring when ass the elastic band cross over its top. lick Soon, simply watching his naked mom didn’t interest him anymore, he knew he had to have her.
Daniella said that she was happy to take my word for it but by the time she’d finished talking I had the card in my hand. “So ass you’re a dancer panties then?” “No, lick but I applied for the card to save carrying my passport around with me.” “I like the photos, not many girls are lucky enough to have nude photos on their I.D. cards.” I smiled and thought a quick ‘thank you’ to Pau. Daniella took me to a quiet little bar that looked to be fingering only used by the locals. As we walked in a couple of old men watched us. Daniella took me to a table where the 2 old men could watch us. As we sat down she said, “I like to let the old men look at me so that they can dream about what they can’t have.” “You big tease.” I replied as a young girl came over and asked us what we wanted. “Cuatro tequila por favor.” Daniella replied. “Right Georgia; the club has about 10 different themed sex show ranging from medieval torture to naughty school girls to fucking machines to outright humiliation to just dancing and fucking. How babe does that sound?” “Do any of the girls actually get hurt?” “No, not really, a few red marks but nothing that’s still visible the next night. If it were the girl wouldn’t be able to perform until she was healed. It’s all for show.” “You included fucking machines; I’ve never been fucked by a machine before.” Daniella smiled and said, “Girl, you’ve never been fucked until you’ve been fucked by a good machine.” “Sounds fun; there’s no drugs involved in any of this is there?” “Absolutely not. She still felt funny masturbating and only resorted to that in extreme times. They lay together babe for a few more minute. SWISH! Her fingers applying even more pressure on the fingering young brunettes breasts. “In a manner of speaking, it is possible,” Kara corrected. My heart screaming. They waited calmly while Katya was rolled over and laid outspread to accept the same slavish attentions to the wounds on her abdomen and thighs. He had pulled out lick several vibrators that were incredibly lifelike in resemblance to his 10" cock. You loved it don’t you? I love having sex with you ass way too much to ever go gay," I honestly admitted. Her tongue fluttered around his shaft as panties he plunged into my snatch. “Yes” I answer aloud “but he wasn’t alone.”<
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