"Well, I really didn't mean to do that."
Song Ruoyun was nearly on the verge of collapse too, sitting on her daughter's friend's lap with an overwhelming sense of shame.
Especially since she could distinctly feel that my pants were already pitched like a tent.
But she wanted to hold on despite the pain, yet she had no strength left.
"It's nothing, Aunt Song, let me massage you a bit."
I was getting heated up.
Couldn't help but wrap an arm around her, supporting her as she sat right on my lap.
The movement wasn't big, just shifting her body by a few centimeters.
But even this slight shift caused her ample buttocks to press even more closely against my pants.
The snug feeling, along with the faint trembling of her two cheeks, was transmitted with crystal clarity.
Making my whole body feel like it was crawling!
Honestly, a dignified and virtuous woman like Song Ruoyun was like a lady married into a prestigious family.
Ordinary people could hardly have any contact with her!
