On the ATL to SEA flight, Joan leans over and whispers in my ear, ‘Vanessa, I’d like to join the mile-high club. Think John would accommodate me?�...� ‘I’ll ask, Joan.’ I lean over and whisper in John’s ear, ‘Honey, Joan wants to join the mile-high club. Are you willing?’ John looks at Joan who now looks like she’s praying. He says, ‘Okay, but I don’t think we’ll have much time.’ He leans over in front of me and whispers to Joan, ‘Joan, it will have to be a very quickie.’ He takes a look at the. He worked it in and out for a bit, asking me if i liked it, telling me i was hot and sexy. I was really turned on by that point, with both booze and sex swirling around in my head. I loved the slutty feeling I got from letting this man have the young girl he desired. I felt sexy knowing he was so completely into me and that i was driving him crazy. It made me hot knowing he had a wife somewhere, that he was much older than me, and he was willing to risk it all to fuck my young ass. I hopped. "We got one!" Roger hollars at his driving partner who was resting in the sleeper cab. Pulling over just a short distance ahead of where she stood, he could see in the rear view mirror she was more than he could have hoped for. Hot body, short cut off jean shorts and a V neck white T, with a bra barely containing her young firm breasts. Couldn't be more than 18 years old, if that. She runs up to the passenger side door to find a young good looking guy in his late 20s, early 30s to her. I opened my arms to accept her and and embraced me snugly, pressing her face into my neck with a sigh. ‘I love you,’ she murmured. ‘I love you too,’ I replied, a little lost. I wondered what Carla was doing, if she was making some more coffee. If… Mom turned her face up toward mine and sighed. ‘Peter,’ she murmured. Then she kissed me. Not a motherly kiss, but one that lingered and became heated, with soft tender lips and the heady smell of perfume and thick makeup. God help me, for some reason.