She gasped out, “Please don’t stop.”Soon the erotic wave overtook her and Cherie gasped loudly, then sighed and sank back on the bed. She told ...eigh how wonderful that was and that she was ready for more, but would need some guidance. Leigh reminded her that she wasn’t that experienced either. She slid her hand inside Cherie’s thong and found Cherie’s pussy sopping wet. Leigh started rubbing her outer lips and then parted them and gently touched the inner ones. Leigh whispered in Cherie’s ear. I'm sure it's only because these seats are tiny and we are crammed in here like sardines. But I have a heightened sensitivity to touch when I'm feeling a little horny, and it's hard not to notice it happening. Our tray tables are down and in these tight spaces it would be so easy to get away with discreet touching. I have such a strong urge to reach my hand over to his thigh. I just want to rest my hand on it, casually, like it was an unintentional movement, like there isn't enough space in. They often seemed more worried about that than the cops.That turned out to be a normal week. The bulk of them I recorded in my files, took pictures and let them go. They were banned for life from Prange’s, so coming back was trespassing.In the middle of my third week, something new happened. The third-floor guy brought me a girl he had seen slip a package of cosmetics into her pants. I did all the paperwork; her ID said she was sixteen and named Natalie.“What’s going to happen now?” she asked. "What are you looking at?" Antoinette asked, before seeing what I was staring at. "I'm sorry, Miss Patson, but I'm not into girls." Our faces were inches away from each other I quickly kissed her on the lips before she showed any resistance.Antoinette managed to tear away from me and rushed towards the door and tried opening it but it was locked. She turned back to me all flustered, "please, Miss Patson, open this door," she said.I rose from my chair and walked slowly towards her I released my.