Aaron stripped out of his clothes before he climbed beside me. He looked at me hungrily as he slid his hand under the teddy. My pussy clenched as he m...ved closer teasingly. His fingers slowly ran over my wet panties. He slipped under the elastic and traced my pussy lips with his fingertips. He moved between my legs pushing them open wide before he moved the elastic to the side to dip his fingers into my juices. “So wet, so ready for me. Avery, you are so beautiful. I want to savor you, but I. I'm a little fucked up myself and don't need to be on the road that long. Hey, how about taking her to your house, you live the closest?" Whoa dude, we have to go back to work to get to get my car and will be closer to your house by then. Besides, she is your family. I want to go home to my wife." Alright, help me get her into the car and I will take her home with me."When we got to his car, he couldn't unlock the car and hold her up too. He pushed her over on me to hold her up. Sandy put her. I don't even know what's at the Kennedy Center much less Wolf Trap, but I'll bet she does."The young blonde frowned at me, smiled at my boy, and I went back to my meeting."That your son out there?" Andrea asked, arching an eyebrow. I nodded and she said, "I want to meet him before you get away from here."Then we agreed to cut down on the recorded music the PA system was using and the phony hand-clapping and trumped-up cheering, all the rah-rah stuff. "How about the bugle call?" I asked. "That. ’ She laughed. ‘Are you talking about my breasts, dirty boy?’ She plunged forward, trapping my head between her pillow-like chest and my car seat. I nodded, or made what was meant to be a nod, and probably a muffled ‘yes.’ ‘Boys are always looking at them. Boys love them and girls hate them. I can see in their faces how much they hate me when they seem my boobs bouncing around. Their boyfriends always stare, and their packages bulge. But they’re never my type. I like cute, skinny boys, boys.