" "Ok," Nick looked at me. "Ok, you can sit on my lap." Nick, it's a three hour drive to your college," his father said."I know, but mom doesn't weigh...much. What do you say, mom. Would you mind sitting on my lap?"'Ok, I'll sit on your lap. But if it gets too uncomfortable I want to stop at a rest stop." I said looking at Steve my husband. He agreed. "Ok, let's get our showers so we can get on the road."My shower didn't take long. Since I would be sitting on my sons lap for five hours, I wanted. "My confession was working on Victor too; his cock was hardening against my thigh as he gripped my boob tightly and fondled my clit with his finger... "I was getting wet thinking about his hardening dick. I wanted to see it, to touch it, to suck it, but that nice guy wasn't making any advances."Then I gripped Victor’s cock and squeezed it just below its bulbous head. "My husband is busy at his office and I need some cock right now…”I told Ronnie, walking over to him, pulling up my skirt and. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" as the author, and as long as you don't make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged by your spell checker. Thanks.Tim was hanging out at Crazy Eddie's (the bar; not the defunct audio dealer) on Friday night after work. Wearing his favorite. After a week of struggling with my thoughts I returned to the rest area wearing my pink skirt, cardigan, and boots, but I also added a tan sleeveless pullover so I would not look like a hooker on the stroll. After strolling around the rest area for a few hours and being caught by the wrong sort of people I met a rather large framed man who was watching me. I nervously said hi to the guy tried to smile and sat on a bench crossing my legs; he just stared at me. Figuring he was shy and afraid to.