======================================================================<br/>======================================================================<br/>Please see my Request Thread for a brief Synopsis on where I'd like to see this go!<br/>======================================================================<br/>======================================================================<br/><br/>Richard inched his hand along her leg and felt her leg move, pressing against the outside of his leg. He smiled to himself, eyes still focused on the screen as the movie played. He inched his hand up higher and higher until he came in contact with the hem of her short dress. He heard a soft gasp at that point and his eyes turned to glance at her.<br/><br/>Her head was turned, mumbling something to his son before she turned her attention back to the TV but not before looking at him - her face blushing, her eyes going wide as his hand slid up inside of her skirt. The thick blanket that covered the three of them hid all movement from sight and he knew his son, Andrew, wouldn't try getting frisky with his father right there.<br/><br/>He slid his hand teasingly up her inner thigh until the tips of his fingers brushed her panties. He could already feel her heat radiating from her sex, her panties already dampening with her arousal. He brushed his fingertips lightly across her pussy, teasing her even more.<br/><br/>He reached across his body and took her arm by her wrist. Slowly, he dragged it across their legs and to the front of his jeans, placing her hand directly on his hard, thick bulge.