There’s no reason to feel this dry-throated and weird. Or at least no weirder than anyone else in this conference. Jude had been undeniably female i... her bar but more seductive than anyone woman I’ve ever met. Well, more seductive for me. I imagine she’d be invisible to… normal men. With her jeans stretched across muscular thighs, with her black tank top that teased cleavage and displayed ripped arms, with her jaw hard as a super-hero only slightly softened by full lips, Jude carried that odd. So anyways I went to find Elliot which ended up in people sending me all over the place where they last saw him and eventually I found him in the canteen just finishing up and I sat down opposite him and started to move my foot up his leg towards his crotch but the bell rang and I nearly blew up, he just smiled and said “looks like your going to have to wait” . However, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything back to her, no quick witted rebuttal or tongue-in-cheek remark as per usual, whether the reason being a rare occurrence of the inability to decide or something. I had nothing.So I took action. It wasn’t out of panic, nothing like that, but it almost seems that I took the words I’d usually tease her with and translated them into an action or two. It was probably the way she was yelling, the way she was flustered like that, looking so directly in. I reposition my ass, but it didn’t go away. I also noticed my son got real quiet. ‘It wasn’t there when I first sat down.’ I thought to myself. Then I realized what I was feeling. My son was getting a hard on. I really didn’t think about giving him a hard on by sitting on his lap. I could feel it still growing. ‘My god,’ I thought to myself. ‘How big is it going to get.’ I wondered what he was thinking. Does he think I can’t feel it between the crack of my ass? I looked down at my legs. My.