She nods at his estimate, not wanting to wast any more time on words. Masane smiles as she lets her hands trace over her son's broad chest and belly as she straddles his lap. He's always been her rock, and Riko her anchor. She needed them more than they ever needed her, and this was but one of the ways she thanked them for being there for her.
Her hips began to rock, her cotton shorts the only garment remaining as she began to tease him through his uniform slacks. Feeling him grow beneath her was always a fun pastime and never quite the same each time.
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Date: 2014-04-29 02:12 pm (UTC)Her hips began to rock, her cotton shorts the only garment remaining as she began to tease him through his uniform slacks. Feeling him grow beneath her was always a fun pastime and never quite the same each time.