This was when she started to put the "moves" on me.She said she wanted to look at the apartment again, she then slowly and purposefully walked past me...and brushed by me, so that the back of her right hand brushed the front of my crotch ever so slightly, but definitely making contact. She was trying to gauge my reaction. If I object to the physical contact, she could easily called it accidental. I said nothing and did nothing. Confident that I did not react negatively, and I did not move, she. We rode in the elevator with some other people up to his room so we didn't say anything. An elderly gentleman making small talk asked him how he and his wife, looking at me, were enjoying Las Vegas. He hesitated but then just said it was great. I smiled at the old guy and said I just loved the shows and all the lights. We stopped at his floor and as we got out and the doors were closing I waved at the old guy and told him good luck. We got to his room and entered. It was a suite and was fancy.. She hesitated a little, but with all the alcohol, and the fact that she thought could get out of this dare pretty easily, she agreed.I quickly paid the bill, and we went for the car. When we got to the car, I said that I was going to take some pictures, put the bag on the hood, and brought up the camera. The pictures were pretty harmless, but I talked her into getting rid of her bra. She undid the bra and got rid of it without showing much. The car was located at the side of the restaurant,. . are you ... ok?”“Uh huh ... very.” Tim wasn’t sure how to take that statement. After about 5 minutes of this and with her seeming to enjoy what he was doing. By now Jill was slightly humping her pussy when Tim’s thumbs pressed into the junction of her legs. She knew she was getting wet but for whatever reason she didn’t really care.Tim could feel his mom’s slight movements and her purring had him convinced that she liked this. His next daring move was to extend his thumbs in a little each.