” She smiled again; then went about her business. Michael checked out a news station and found that no airplanes had gone down in the last twelve ho...rs. That was a great relief because he was on one of them. About forty minutes later, she came by again and stood to the right of his chair. She leaned down and whispered,“Michael, put your hand up under my skirt and feel me. With me behind your chair, the other passengers can’t see you.”She stood with her legs apart, so he had easy access to her. She glared. I was simply going to inquire as to whether you may be hungry, but if youd rather just not eat…He said, trailing off. She tried to talk, so he removed her panties, allowing her speech. I am hungry. My dad might be too… She whispered, trying to look docile. Suck my cock. He commanded, pulling out his currently flaccid dick. But I thought- He cut her off, saying You and your father will be fed soon, but first, you WILL make me cum. She opened her mouth, and he pushed his dick inside.. “So, you will show the delivery man your pussy but not me? I guess I don’t have what it takes anymore.” He exaggerated a head shake for emphasis.Mary laughed and teasingly replied, “Hey, if you want a middle-aged woman like me, you gotta actually spring for some pizza, buddy.”“If I brought you pizza, I would be hoping for a shorter robe.”“You mean like the black one you bought me two years ago? It barely covered my butt as I remember.”“I remember it, too. And it would give the pizza man a sight. Try to convince him of that. Like his dad, I’m worried about him not letting anyone know he’s here too. It’s just too weird for words. I mean his dad, his children at the very least: it’s not normal even in a situation like this one,” he said.“No it’s not, but I’m tired of trying to guess his motives. Three years and no contact: it’s gotta be record. Yes, I divorced him. But I also let him know in the letter that he is our babies’ daddy and none other. He should have at least given me a chance.