I was exhausted after Wednesdays bad girl good time and slept late again. The boys went out and didn't get back till early evening and I went round fo... a drink at about eight, I was wearing cut off combats and my hello titty tee shirt, of course the boys were now expecting more sex but I said I was off limits because my husband was coming back on Friday and I couldn't risk having a loose Pussy In case he wants sex and no way were they getting near my by now very sore bottom. looking at me. "You see the arms on the chair...they're both very wide and also very soft and they're also only a couple of inches higher than the seat cushion. That's what makes this a fucking chair. I sit down on it and then you straddle me, face to face, by resting your knees on the two arms."Then he sat and he told me to do exactly that. I got both my knees on the two arms and my ass was only an inch or so above his body. "Oh, now I get it. Now I know why you call this a fucking chair. Because it's. ”“Aw, come on, Mom,” he said, grinning, “Just raise your dress when you get in the car, all the way up.”Sarah gave her son a close look. “Would that excite you Jimmy?”He nodded. “It would make my cock hard, Mom.”“It really would?” she asked. “You wouldn’t be ashamed of me?”“I’d be hot, not ashamed, Mom.”Sarah looked around, seeing men and women, a few teenagers, getting in or out of cars, going to the supermarket, to the bank where she had first given in to the impulse to expose herself. Her. This morning would be different, Tad slowly pulled up his left leg up to him and then repeated the same with his right, he sat up on the edge of the bed put his feet on the floor, he could feel the floor felt cold on his feet. Holding on the wall he pushes up to stand which is does with no effort, it actually surprises him how easy it was, then he takes his first small step again no problem, he releases the wall and walks to the bathroom lifts the toilet seat and takes his first morning pee.