“We were just talking about sporting judges. They make their own decisions. The athlete can perform as well as they are able but in the end, it is t...he judges that decide who wins or who misses out.”“I guess in theory that’s true. Judges, like everyone else, must work within certain rules and meet certain criteria in making their decision. If the decision isn’t reasonable there are others who can overrule them or make life difficult for them in most cases. It is no different to any decision that. I stared, pulling at my cock with abandon, as her fingers again found their way through her lush lips and abundant pubic thatch into the slick wetness of her cunt, triggering waves of pleasure in both her and me. As I watched, liquid began to pour forth from her twat as it twitched in orgasm. I was just about to come myself when I heard the splashing sound. Was she that wet? No! Shit! The bathtub was overflowing! I bolted from the closet, ran into the bathroom and promptly slipped in the. At that time I also realized that I heard foot steps! My god, my mom was coming. I ran out of the bathroom only to encounter my mom walking into Uncle Marks bedroom. I was totally busted! All I could do was cry. I never admitted to a thing, I just couldnt bring my self to admit to what I had seen, or done, or what Uncle Mark had done. I felt so certain at the time that it was all 100% my fault that I just couldnt say anything. Well Uncle Mark finally came out of the bathroom, dressed. He must. She had said my daughter’s name when she opened the door but, after crossing the threshold and stepping into the bathroom, she fell silent. Her clear, ice blue eyes looked into mine then down to my cock then back up. She was smiling.“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said, snorting laughter. “I was looking for ____.”I whipped the towel off my head and looked at her. My eyes must have been huge. Maybe I should have dropped my arms and covered myself with the towel but I didn’t. My arms stayed above my head.