I bought one and headed up the street. It was not as good as mom's, but it still brought back many fond memories. Mom would fill them with either whip...ped cream or pudding. She would ask me which one I wanted. I could never decide. They were both equally as good.The festival contained many of the normal booths that you would expect to see. There were booths for jewelry, photography, leather goods, and homemade pies. The one that caught my eye was the wood carving area.A muscular man, evidently a. He came a lot, it was warm and felt smooth against my skin.Flash bulbs popped. I looked left and there were Paula and Gloria both recording this moment for posterity. Me topless, on my knees, Steve's cock in my face and cum dripping off my face and hand (later I was to learn that it was dripping off my ring, that was the object of the exercise). When Steve finished cumming, Marie wiped his cock off with my other hand and replaced it in his pants. They both got up as if I wasn't even there and. The loser in that round was crossed out. Eventually, one whole sheet was covered in big red Xes, and was put aside.“But I like some of those,” moaned Misty.“That’s fine,” said Christy. “What we’re looking for is the one you like the best. I’ll keep the negatives of all of them. If you want me to make you some prints later, I’ll be happy to do that, but for right now, we need three publicity shots. We don’t have much time either. It’s going to take us all day to get enough for your concert. Not since I've been home." She'll probably call soon enough. Her sister's here." You guys fighting again?" Mom asked."No, not really. Why?" You look like you've been crying." I'm just stressed out. I'll be alright." Does your friend want something to eat?"Moms are awesome. I gave her a hug just for thinking like a mom."I'll go find out."I went back to the room and peeked in the door."You all decent?" I asked."Come in. Quick. Shut the door!" she whispered. She was hiding behind my closet door.I.