Ron was in his office when his cell phone chimed. He saw it was Beth calling him."I just got off the phone with Jordon. She wanted your phone number a... she said one of her friends needs an escort and she wanted to recommend you. I don't believe what she said but I thought I would call and warn you." Thanks."Two minutes later his cell phone chimed.He picked the phone and seeing the caller id showed it was Jordon calling he said, "What can I do for you Jordon, caller id is a great thing."She was. Her hands were on her face and she was crying. I couldn't stand it, as it was plain as day that she had done something she was ashamed of. I got up and stormed out to the garage. I locked the door behind me, and cranked up the stereo as loud as I could stand it.I didn't accomplish much other than to bang things around for a couple of hours and mostly just cuss at Marie, Brenda and the asshole on the phone from last night. By the time I cooled off and shut down the stereo I had begun to think. My mom worked her lips and tongue all over my body for what seemed like an eternity before we ended up eye to eye again. It was so odd how the two of us never had to say a word; we both knew what each other was thinking. Maybe it was some deep mother/daughter bond. I slowly lay down on my back and when I was laying down my mom straddled me and we got into the 69 position. She ran her tongue up and down my clit and wet pussy lips. I had other idea's, I pulled her pussy lips apart and stuck. The beeper went, and I picked up the phone and Dave the Captain said we have a problem, tell everybody to prepare to crash. I managed to stick with my training, and maybe because the passengers were all military people nobody panicked, and we waited breathlessly to see what was going to happen. I confess that I came very close to losing control! That is the problem with a small aircraft like this. On bigger planes there are three or four of you, and you sort of share the tension when there are.