” You look behind you and sure enough, on the floor beside the toilet, lies the latch. You both stare at it for a second.She comes to her senses fir...t. She pushes past you, then knocks sharply on the bathroom door. You try to move out of the way, but there’s not really anywhere to move, and so she ends up squishing you awkwardly against the sink. “Hello!” she says loudly.You hear a shuffling sound outside of the bathroom and the flight attendant drones, “Is everything all right?” Even though. Just like when you started your periods. That made you a woman. That was a good thing, right?”“Yes, Papa. Yes,” Shilpa sighed wrapping her arms around Dheeraj’s neck. “When was your last period,” he asked, concerned about possibly making her pregnant.“I just got over it yesterday,” she said softly. Dheeraj sighed in relief. The last thing he wanted was a piece of rubber between his hard cock and his stepdaughter’s warm wet pussy. “Okay, honey. Papa’s gonna go real slow. You tell me if you want. I wonder if anyone inside can hear me. My other hand moves down my body further. I move it up my inner thigh, lifting my dress as it goes in search for my treasure. My fingers find my wet patch on my panties and they rub it, making me moan more. I play a little, teasing myself some more. I can’t stand it any longer. My fingers move my panties aside and find my wet treasure. I begin to massage my clit. I coat my fingers with my pussy juice, and then slide my fingers inside my pussy. My other. I stared at her, intending to let her make the first move, but a groan from the back room where my current session was in progress reminded me of my priorities. I closed the door and turned to the girl."Well?" I said. I crossed my arms so the fist with the chain was on top. Sure enough, it got her talking."My name is Sharon Jameson," she said. She stopped, expecting me to do the courteous thing and identify myself in turn. I don't do courtesy."Give me your wallet," I said, holding out my hand..