My son's hands was on the seat on each side of me. I wondered if he could see how high my dress had ridden up. I realized I like the idea of my dress ...eing up so high. It gave me a little thrill knowing I could give my son a hard on. We only been on the road for about an hour. There was still four hours to go. I knew my husband couldn't see how high my dress was or he would be looking at my legs. The TV block everything from his view. I felt my son shift his body around. When he did his dick. I would be able to control hermentally as well as physically once she was on them; it was a win-winsituation for me.I had ordered the first batch a couple of nights ago but they wouldn'tbe here until next week; I would start her on them the moment theyarrived but I wouldn't tell her what they were, that would be a surprisefor her later. She wouldn't know what was happening to her body at firstor to her mind?Once I arrived home I checked the parcels to make sure everything was asI had ordered;. Chrissy's nipples weren't soft and flat, like the other girls at school. Hers were almost always firm, sticking out cutely. All the men loved to look at Chrissy, and she knew it was because of those nipples. She never wore the bras her mother kept buying for her. They were uncomfortable, and she didn't feel like she needed them. And, when she wore the yellow tube top, she knew the men could just barely see her dark nipples through it.Chrissy wasn't a bad girl. She didn't let the boys touch her. I enjoyed the small climaxes he gave me but they were unnecessary. An eight-incher had reamed and plundered my crotch after lunch as part of client-satisfaction protocol, ie, to make a big sale. My dinner partner carried a thick seven-incher which had deep-fucked me to several good ones too. But they were not there to give me a little pre-sleep relaxation. That’s what my husband was for and he knew it.He gets to fuck me on Sundays, holidays, and special ones like his birthday. Otherwise my.