. I look at your feet, your legs, your dress... but I have to focus on the road. It's torture! I try to grab your tits with my hand but you turn away..... you still have one hand on my leg and this time you go ahead and put it right on my crotch. Now you feel how hard I am and you get even hornier... your right hand is in your panties so you can feel your own wetness. You like it, and smile at me. With your left hand you start undoing my pants; one button first and then the zipper. You slide your. It was obvious that he and my wife were talking but I could not hear a thing, other than the occasional police chatter over the car radio.The officer returned to the police car and turned off the annoying blue and red flashing lights.“I’m going to follow your wife home” the officer said, “to ensure her safety. I’ve shut off my lights to not alert nor alarm your neighbors.”My wife slowly pulled away from the curb and the officer followed closely behind. I leaned back and felt defeated. My wife. “So, you were mentally undressing my daughter, Bill?” Jenny teased.Bob came in from studying, carrying his book in front of his crotch.As Bob passed the kitchen, Bill said, “No sense trying to hide that hard-on, Bob. The women already know you have one like mine.”Bob blushed red, then ran to his room. When he came out to eat dinner, he wore loose board shorts. The bulge from his hard-on was still visible. When he sat next to Mary, she played footsie with him and had one hand on his thigh. He. Vicky spun around fast on him placing her hand on his chest. “Not so fast, Cal. You’re going to do what I say or everyone finds out about what we were just doing. And you,” she said turning back to a still uncomfortable Steph, “you’re also going to behave or they all find out about us, too.” The were both mute at the prospect of discovery, and literally shocked at the boldness of this young girl. “Everybody cool?” she asked, giving them both a good look, “Good, cause I’m still way horny, and.