She felt she should say something, but didn't know what to say. Her eyes glanced at the front of his pants, despite her efforts to keep them averted. ...She could see the way his jeans cupped his cock and balls, but there was no outline.Dave looked up at his mother and caught her gazing at the front of his pants. He suddenly grinned at her and lifted his crotch slightly, twisting his ass.Joann gasped, her hand going to her throat, but her eyes didn't leave his crotch. Dave ran his hand down there. Then I'd have to attend lectures, and after that more studying and paper writing. And you didn't really need a social science undergraduate degree to make it into anthropology graduate school, although it did make things easier. You just needed really good grades and a proven capacity to think scientifically, which is taught in any undergraduate school worth its salt."Anyway, I focussed on sexual habits for both psychology and anthropology, and since sexology overlaps both I decided to do that. His other hand rubbed her ruffledpanties a few times, then pulled them down a little to expose her bottom.His hand gripped her right buttock and squeezed. She could hear hisbreathing become deeper and harder. It wasn't the only thing gettingharder.His index finger slipped inside easily. She was still wet from lastnight, he had been very enthusiastic, she was surprised he was stillhorny after only 5 hours.It had been the anniversary of her moving in, he had bought home thebabydoll and some. ”“Oh, come on, Jenn. You were beet red and I thought you were going to come sitting right there in front of everybody.”“Oh my God, Michaela. Do you think anyone else noticed?”“Pretty sure Mom and Dave did when I nudged him under the table and nodded in your direction.”“Michaela, you didn’t.”“I had to. David is a voyeur and if I told him about it later he would have been pissed beyond belief."“Did Dad and Uncle Tim notice?”“No, they were too busy arguing about hockey trivia.”Kitchen cleaned up,.