I was a good pilot, she was better. Actually, Alice was one of the few people I felt comfortable enough with to hand over control of an aircraft.Talki...g in a plane is a pain; we got to the small airfield outside Wichita in the late afternoon, and were advised of gusting cross winds. The tower asked if we wanted to divert to another airport nearby.“What do you think?” I asked Alice, “Divert?”“Nah.” Alice said, “It’s just a little cross wind.”I leaned back as she brought us in with an easy. My father dropped us to Coimbatore junction on Thursday evening. We get into the cabin which was almost empty. After an hour we reached Tirupur. There was an aunty in our compartment. She said that she booked the ticket to Chennai. But due to her personal work, she got down in Karur itself.We crossed Erode. After that, a man climbed into our cabin around 7 pm. My mom was sitting near the window. I was sitting next to her. That aunty was opposite to mom. So that man was going to sit opposite to. Maybe he enjoys quick flings. When she peeped up, she found him looking straight at her, waiting for her to speak."I can't believe you did that." She spoke in a low voice. Other travellers had begun to invade the bow and the whirring of their cameras made her realise they weren't alone.Mike watched her embarrassment as it bloomed up her neck colouring her face. He was a little surprised that he'd kissed her, equally surprised to see her blush. No woman he knew ever blushed. He'd figured. It was still hanging down my pan tleg at this time, but starting to stand out as I thought about what was going to happen, (hopefully).As I tented out my pant leg I finally had to "re-arrange" things before I started poking the grandma standing next to me, so I pulled my cock up so that it was standing almost straight up along side my zipper. This actually allowed me to move in closer the the gal and I could feel her ass pushing against the underside of my cock head. I started pushing against.