Mom was always like that; if you asked her a question, she’d answer. Not that I was such an experienced lover, but I realized that she’d only been... with two guys and neither of them knew enough to stimulate her clit until she came.“Mom, you just haven’t met the right guy…”“I don’t think that’s it…I can’t stop thinking about…us…”I wasn’t ready for that. There I was, a horny nineteen-year old, and a nice looking woman was practically asking me to do…something…and just one little drawback – she was. . and my panties are getting soaked. I had to take stock of the situation and I excused myself to go to the ladies room. I could feel his stare on my ass and legs as I walked away and that only made me wetter. Once inside the stall I pulled my panties down and saw that they were indeed soaked. After I peed, I couldn't help but give my clit a little rub which sent a shiver through my body. My pussy was dripping wet. I had to decide what to do.... go home and wait for my husband or venture into. Anna was the last one up, carrying the baby in the sling while holding onto the rope with one hand and fighting off the wall with the other. As I pulled Anna up into my arms and wrapped her in a hug, she whispered that none of the kids had eaten anything but jerky. Looking into her eyes I saw both concern and determination.In short order she was fixing the biggest pot of stew she could, using what was left of the antelope we’d killed yesterday along with some potatoes and carrots. Her plan was. “And I’ll always be there for you,” I whispered.We finished our coffee, then went to the first-class check-in desk and deposited Charlie’s two suitcases.“What do we do now?” I asked, once she had her boarding pass.“Well, there isn’t a lounge this side of security,” she said, “but we could go shopping.”“Shopping?” I said, my tone unenthusiastic.“All right, not shopping then, or do you see that door over there?”She pointed at the opposite wall, there was a door with a disabled sign over it.“Yes,”.