" I heard the car horn. I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and headed for the car. My son was already in the seat. I sat down on his l...p and swung my legs into the car. I looked down and notice my dress barely covered my thighs. It rode up pretty 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. ”‘But you wanted more!”The voice sounded a little fainter.“But I wanted more.” I couldn’t help but agree with the voice. I had wanted more. More than Mickey was prepared to allow me, to give me. But it was my right!Julie interpreted that through the girl code and nodded. “Wouldn’t go down on you, huh? I get it. You’d think sucking their dicks would clue them in as to some need for fair reciprocity. But no – they never get it! Morons, every one of them. My current boyfriend is a complete loser. They must have made a mistake at the store." No, they didn't. I got them two sizes smaller," Jim smiled lecherously."God, I can't wear these," she said as she walked over to the full-length mirror on the back of the door. She gasped when she saw that the skintight gray cotton shorts revealed her vagina in an obscene manner. The seam of the shorts ran directly between her lips, separating them and emphasizing their size. The only good thing was that the shorts had an absorbent pad in the crotch.. “May I help you, Miss?” “Yes, you may,” Leander chimed in before Casey could respond. The waiter turned to Leander, his eyebrows raised quizzically. Casey also smirked. Leander paid no attention to either gesture. “The mayo in my sandwich is stale. I’d like my money back.” He suddenly realized that he hadn’t paid the check yet. He regarded Casey with a puzzled expression. She simply shrugged. “I’ll get you another sandwich, Sir,” said the waiter, reaching for the plate. “No, I don’t want.