My flight attendant was a very sweet and hot red head with the most amazing body. When we were up she leaned over and asked me in a half whisper, “H...i, I’m Chris, I’ll be your flight attendant. I know you aren’t old enough, but would you like a glass of wine?I smiled and her and said, “That would be fabulous, a pink Shiraz please, “ I said, as I spread my legs wide, to draw her beautiful brown eys to my young hairless pussy. “Well then…” she said, meeting my eyes, her cheeks suddenly flushed,. Once they hit the floor she pushed me down on the bedand climbed on top of me. We had never done anything with her on top butI went long with her, it was pretty clear she was in charge right now,better not to fight it, clearly Tiffany brought out the aggressive sideof Amy. As her lips worked at mine and she devoured my mouth conqueringit with her tongue she reached down and bunched my skirt up until it wasaround my waist allowing her to then slide my panties down to my knees.I was moaning. Seemingly, half of her rounded ass cheeks were visible below the cut-off and jiggled, just slightly, with every step. One happy note:. A portion of the compass rose showed clearly below the remains of the sweatshirt. Yay! Conversation fodder.Next thing you know, she's back with a huge mug of perfect Southern iced tea. I take the mug gratefully, and she folded one leg and sat on the couch with me. Oooo Kay!A. Damn if this ain't a tiny couch,B. Those shorts are fucking SHORT, and...C. She shaves.. I knew that Dad would turn around and announce the island as soon as he saw it and might find it odd that Mom was laying there with her legs wide open, her skirt flipped back, and her blouse undone. But I was her son, after all, and she was waiting to be away from others to wear her bikini, not me. When she closed her eyes again, she moved her hand back to toy with the button on her blouse. I waited patiently as she fiddled for the little running finger peek show to start.Yet again, she.