That much I knew for sure as I could see the time on the clock from the cable box in my bedroom. My brain and bladder where having a debate about whet...er or not I should get up to use the restroom. I was lying next to my husband, who was snoring softly while I couldn't get back to sleep. I was ready to give my bladder what it wanted when he rolled over in his sleep and I felt a strange sensation.I glanced down to see the tips of his fingers teasing my left nipple through my night shirt. Hoping. My whole body was starting to respond to his fingers. Without warning he pulled his fingers out of me. I felt disappointed. That didn't last long. My son started unbuttoning the top my dress. As he was unbuttoning my dress I could feel the cool air from the car's air conditioner. It made my nipples even harder. He started fondling both of my tits. He kept cupping them with his hands. I struck my chest out so he could press against my tits even harder. I raised my butt off his lap again, and. His clothes came off one by one, until they were discarded on a pile on the floor of my living room. I gazed at his nakedness, drinking him in, heart pounding, sweat beginning to glisten on my body, aching for whatever came next.Greg closed the distance between us, and I felt him take my cock in his hand. I did the same with his, and we slowly jerked each other off, enjoying each other's manliness. Greg then pushed my hand away, put his hard cock over the top of mine, and started to slowly. ”“You want me to wear it at school?!” she gaped at me, wide-eyed.“Yup,” I said simply and smiled at her. She had no idea how long her day was going to be.She bit her lip and hurriedly got her clothes on, wiggling a little more than usual. “It feels weird,” she commented, frowning slightly, like she was trying to decide if she liked it or not. “I feel like I’m walking funny.”“Everyone expects you to be walking funny today,” Gina pointed out, giggling. That got us all laughing and we went next.