Our more prudish family and friends soon departed for another party. Our son, Rex, had turned sixteen that July, and reacted to their arrival by devel...oping a throbbing hardon that threatened to rip through the front of his Tarzan's loincloth. Most of the guys that worked at the truck stop came as male strippers, so the gals weren't left out of the fun. I received a lot of attention too in my Dallas Cowgirl Cheerleader costume.The truth is that I had Rex in mind when I planned last years. His finger trailed from my clit, down to my opening, making more gentle circles around it without really penetrating me. It was slow and glorious torture. “Oh God, that feels so good. More please,” I encouraged. He said nothing, but obliged me by sinking his single finger inside of me, moving slowly in and out. This was better, but still not enough. “More,” I demanded. He laughed a bit, low so I couldn’t hear him very well. He obviously didn’t want me to know who he was. At this point, I am. Not that I minded, it was a rush having her do that with so many people around, and I'm sure it was turing her on as well. About midway through the main act I had to go to the bathroom so bad it hurt. This wasn't the first time in the evening, but I always try to time it so I don't have to go during the main act. I suppose the 4 beers before the show and 6 or 7 during was enough to throw my usual plan out the window. Gail walked down too since the men & women rooms were right next to each. It would be such a waste to let her delicious dairy treat flow down a drain! I moved to her other nipple and continued my feast. I gently caressed her beautiful swollen firm breasts with both hands as I drank. It was wonderful! It was glorious! Don't think me nasty, but my panties were completely soaked! I always knew I liked both boys and girls, but I never realized it was possible for a woman to have a pregnancy fetish! How else could I explain what I was feeling? Her milk was warming my.