At bedtime I found a message asking me my age, I replied that I was fourteen and went to bed.In the morning a new message said that she had a son my a...ge and that he made her pussy wet every time that he touched her, gave her a hug, or kissed her goodnight or goodbye. She said that if I were her own son that she would have fucked me a year ago. Then she invited me once again to spend the night in bed with her if I could arrange it, even if she had to come to me and rent a motel room. She signed. The butler excused himself saying he was going to enlighten the staff, She read the note with misty eyes, the writer a solid and reliable friend, expressing his feelings in a way he would not have felt appropriate in life, declaring his love for her since first he held her as a 14 year old maiden as he learnt her to ride that first pony, but being of low stock he had not ever dared speak of his hidden love. It was touching and to the point, but it also said that since he was retired his life. "I stood up and headed for my room. Once in there and out of my clothes, there was a knock on the door and it opened to reveal Tracy."I'm going to bed too. Have a good night."And she just stood there not making a move to actually go to bed."Good night. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite."I said in a very brotherly tone. She looked at me in a more puzzled look and turned with a huff and stormed to her room and slammed the door behind her.Soon, I thought to myself, soon.Another week of this. Deborah opened the aspirin and gave two to Sandy. Sandy took them and swallowed them both with a swig of water.“Thank you so much,” Sandy said and with that, she leant forward and kissed Deborah on the lips.Deborah was surprised, but not offended. She returned the kiss. Sandy turned and headed back to her seat swaying her bum provocatively as she did so.Deborah was surprised at the feelings she was encountering but also extremely aroused.They were three hours from landing. Deborah walked.