My son understood why. He lowered his hands to unzip his shorts. I had to rise up so he could get to his zipper. I heard him unzip his shorts. I still...had his dick trapped under my ass. I raised my hips even more. ‘Everything OK, honey?’ My husband asked me. ‘Are you getting uncomfortable on our sons lap? Do you want me to stop so you can get more comfortable?’ As Mike pulling down his underwear, I felt his trapped dick release itself. I sat back down on him. His dick was pressing against the. I nodded at that. "I'm really looking forward to it!"We pulled up to a security gate where a guard looked at Judge Jonesand was about to motion her through before seeing me. "Take your kidto work day, Judge Jones?" No, this is my intern this summer. I'll be taking him to the securitydesk to get his credentials." Fair enough, go on in."She drove through a couple turns and parked in a parking space thathad her name on a sign. 'Judge Ruth Jones, Chief Justice 3rd CircuitCourt of Appeals.''Must be. "This year she has extra support from your parents."I looked at my father."Dad, if I find out that traffic wasn't as bad as you say it was..."My father just grinned."Jessica, let's just start," I said. "If they don't want to open presents, that's fine. I can return all the ones I got for them."Theresa made noises about me taking over, but she was smiling as she grumbled.We sat in a semi circle. Jessica played 'the elf, ' passing out packages to everyone. Then we took a turn opening them.She. Whynot spend it helping those less fortunate than ourselves?”That had been an eye-opening experience for him. Despite thenewspaper reports, he had never actually believed how many peoplewere in need. The numbers simply overwhelmed him. After the firstfew, they became nothing but blank faces; bodies to be served; traysupon which food was to be placed. The reality scared him, enough sohe swore to himself he would never volunteer again.Over the course of the following months, his wife.