I'm surrounded by so much love and care that I feel humbled. Thank you."He thought, Man, if that's the reaction I get from giving the collars, I can't... even imagine what'll happen when I give them their rings! He walked up to her and kissed her on her forehead. "Nighty night."She answered dreamily, "Nighty night. Don't let the bedbugs bite. But do let your sister nibble."While he stared at his beautiful mother just lying there contentedly, he thought, This is great, as usual, but I'm a bit. I was sure he was trying to attract my attention, but I didn’t want to misunderstand his intentions.I sat in the car a minute or so longer, getting quite aroused at the thought that he may be wanting an encounter with me, when he flashed his lights again. I had noticed that he was parked alongside the litter bin in the lay-by, so I grabbed an empty bottle from the door pocket and casually strolled over to pop it in the bin.As I approached I noticed that his window was open, and glancing as I. And that’s something I just do not do any more. I also feel uncomfortable making gestures in public and showing my feelings to people I don’t know very well. So most forms public displays of affection do not sit easily with me. So sitting at that table holding your hand was not a particularly easy thing for me to do, especially as your grip tightened and as I guessed you were imagining us kissing and perhaps me placing your hand on my breast. Something that I could never imagine me doing with. Didn't matter, though. He starts to grunt and pull on it, and I know he's imagining the dirtiest things about me while he jacks himself."I shouldn’t be listening. Worse, I shouldn’t be responding."Stuck my fingers under my cutoffs and rubbed right along with him, stroke for stroke. Fuck, was I wet.”I sneak another peek at the undone zipper's gold-toothed gape and wonder if those are the same cutoffs, if that was how she accessed her relief valve, or if there was enough wiggle room through one.