We chatted a bit about her man and how he couldn’t handle his beer. I had finished my beer and she hurriedly went to grab another as she went on to talk about how he’d barely touched her while she’d been pregnant. I said something like, I’d barely be able to keep my hands off you and before I could finish my sentence, she had her hand on my lap. I could feel the blood surge to my cock, knowing full well it would soon be very visible in my tight fitting jeans. Her hand felt higher up my thigh until she found the tip of my cock straining against the material. I let out a small gasp as she traced her fingers up the rest of my now throbbing shaft. She looked at me half in shock, half lust, her eyes widening as she run her hand up n down the growing bulge on my jeans. I leaned over to place a hand on her exposed thigh, then between her legs, parting them and feeling the material of her panties under her nightdress. Her rubbed her mound though through the panties as she opened her legs wider, whimpering as I rubbed up her slit and against her clit…