I giggled, "Look at the road. I don't want to die on the way to the park. Over there, I'll be good to you." She mumbled, "Thanks, Mommy."
Being bored and knowing about her arousal triggered my naughty side. I waited a couple of minutes and then brought my hand up, as if to fix my hair. I left the hand there with my fingers about an inch from her covered cunt. In the next 5 minutes, twice I raised my head slightly and rearranged my hair, 'accidentally' grinding her groin. Jolene continued driving silently, but her legs parted somewhat, and her respiration fastened. The smell became stronger. Signs of being tortured were manifested by her frequent grimaces, but she didn't dare to complain.
Eventually, we reached our destination. I sat up and heard her having a sigh of relief.
I grinned, "
