I was so wet that I left a streak on his sweatpants, slick and ready for him.“You’re perfect,” he said, lifting his shirt up my body, exposing m... breasts. “So perfect.”I rolled my hips when he took one of my nipples in his mouth, my fingers finding their way into his dark hair, gripping him tight, bringing his head down closer. His mouth was hot and wet, his teeth sinking softly on my nipple, sending a jolt down my body, right to my pussy, making me so fucking wet that I creamed myself. He. I don't remember the dimensions of his cock and I really don't pay attention to that, it doesn't matter to me...I just love that you men HAVE erections and let me play with them. I loved every cock I have every played with, and I loved the cock this man fed to me. I was on my knees by then, loving his manhood, taking it as deeply as I could, past my tonsils, pressing my nose hard against his belly, gently fondling his balls at the same time...I was so greedy for his dick that I couldn't. My son was already in the seat. I sat down on his lap and swung my legs into the car. I looked down and notice my dress barely covered my thighs. It rode up high. My son was wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt. I closed the car door. I was glad I was wearing this dress. I could feel the back of my bare legs on my son's bare legs. "How are you doing?" I asked my son."Fine, mom, you really don't weigh anything. No problem."I looked over the TV at my husband. "Do you have enough room to drive?" I. We had not, however, decided on an end destination before we left. That part was rather touch and go.Jason turned to briefly capture my mouth. ‘I agree. As long as we’re together, it doesn’t matter.’Smiling back at him, I finished his hair and hopped off the bed, heading towards the bathroom.‘I’m going to take my shower now,’ I told him, and Jason nodded. ‘I’ll do YOUR hair when you come out,’ he promised.I was so tired in the shower it felt difficult to accomplish anything at all, but I.