I explained that I didn’t travel with a hostess, so I needed to show them how to use the single serve coffeemaker. I showed them all where the ice w...as, along with the soft drinks. I showed the adults where the small bottles of beverages were, how to use the communications desks, and where the small private restroom was. The kids were excited that they could access the internet, and more so when I said the aircraft had Wi-Fi that would come up when we were at altitude. There was also a selection. To make up for this, she purchased for Max a set of football players for his Subbuteo collection.Hearing the front door, Max rushed to greet his mother. Embracing her from the waist, not letting her go. Kneeling down, she hugged him as well. Kissing him on both cheeks, she said.“I have a gift for you Max.”Putting her hand in her Michael Kors handbag, she extracted a small Hamleys bag. Max, seeing the name on the bag, he quickly clutched it.“Thank you, mummy,” He happily said to his. She really was an imposing figure that sent a shiver down your spine.Nonetheless, did the guy immediately have to describe his thirst for her to you? "S-sure, looked pretty, indeed." Pretty??? Boy, I'd love to get barebacked by that futa until I'm all out of senses!"His rather... direct foul language kind of catches you off guard and complexes you. "W-what do you mean 'barebacked'?" What do I mean? Get fucked, reamed, nailed, whatevered by her from behind! She must have a monster of a cock!". She sits there, staring at the still melted, if not much cooler, ice cream. The idea races through her head, squirming she rests back against the sofa, pulling the existing spoon from the bucket she eats a scoop, before finally deciding, her breathing returns to being short and sharp as she takes another scoop of the ice cream, and holds it over her nipple. Biting her lip she shakily tips the spoon, pouring the ice cream onto her nipple. It sent jolts through her, the cold liquid causing her.