I had not even contemplated that he would be jealous of his father and me being intimate. As a defense mechanism, I laughed and said, "Oh Bryan, you a...re absolutely adorable. I just love you." It was an insensitive and condescending thing to say. Bryan's face flushed a bright crimson from embarrassment. His expression changed and he looked genuinely hurt. I struggled to find the right words to undo the hurt I had caused my stepson. "Honey, some things happened on the trip down here that should. But she'd just had a far, far different experience with a far, far bigger, and undeniably more masculine cock---and it had not been useless, nor limp, nor pathetic; and it had been absolutely amazingly, invitingly, huge! As well as the most beautiful shade of dark, dark chocolate brown; and not the bleached out pale thing that hung between her husbands legs!In her mind, she replayed the experience she'd had of reaching out to take hold of that massive black cock, and equally huge set of balls. With my butt pressed firmly in to his crotch, he was beginning to get a hard on. That feeling, of a cock becoming hard while pressed against me, has always been such a turn on. I began to move my hips. Slowly, rolling them in small circles, pushing my butt back in to him. And I felt him become harder, his cock now rock solid, pressing in to me, I pressed right back.We moved together like this for a little while, keeping our movements small so as not to draw attention to ourselves. We were. "No just save me some fuel," I told him.She ended up using a pillow behind her to let her reach the pedals withease. And I kept her at it until she no longer ground the gears whenshe shifted."Do you think they'll be surprised if they see me pulling your truckback into line?" she asked as I let her drive us back to the convoy. Ipointed to where they all stood clapping for her."They've been watching you the whole time." I pointed to where the AirStrip was in full view of the convoy.We followed.