.............that is when her t-shirt opened up....seeing into her clevage, the way her massive tits folded together into the cups of her bra, it slow...y but surely gave me a hard-on!sitting next to me, my eyes kept wandering doen intomher deep clevage, then surprisingly, she asked if we could continue where i left off in her letter to her.jokingly, in the letter i said i could have taken her in my arms and kissed her for the invataion!!!!we looked at eachother then took eachother in the. Still with umbrella in my right hand and well-shielded from the crowd by his coat, I deliberately felt him with my fingers. By now, he was not so much hanging down his leg but pointing down across in front of it. As I explored downwards, however, he just seemed to get longer and longer. In fact, because he was fairly short, I had to fully stretch my hand downwards to continue this caress, as he became more and more hard and erect.I began to feel the tell-tale shape of the swelling head of his. I don’t know who theowner of the hand was but it was definitely a hand and it was definitely onmy ass. In the press of people I hadn’t noticed this very intimatepressure. Maybe it was an accident, maybe there was nowhere else for thehand to go.I tried to move a little, enough for the owner of the hand to reposition toa less intrusive location but it didn’t. It followed me as if glued to mylong black skirt. Then it squeezed. Yes, definite squeezing, I was surebecause it. What’s more depending on the angle of the mirror it was entirely possible that my son may have actually seen some hair sticking out down there. I had not yet developed my middle age paunch that would have hidden my triangle of hair from that angle.At first my stomach did flips, I could not believe that I had so carelessly exposed myself to my son like that. Then while laying down next to my passed out hubby in my sheer nightie it also dawned on me that little Ricky was the only person to have.