‘1540, yep. This is MY room! Who in the hell are you?’ ‘Jerry Hansen, I just checked in not an hour ago.’ She blinked several times, we looked...at each other. ‘I don’t know what is going on but I am Jeri Hanson.’ She said. ‘What are you trying to pull, lady?’ I demanded. ‘I’m not trying to pull anything, what are YOU trying to pull, asshole?’ Her face took on a stubborn look. She was still standing in the doorway, just then an older couple went down the hall. They glanced in at me standing there. Susan was very good and very attentive to me, and I came to realize that Pat had been right about her. Around the same time, I started getting anonymous cards left on my desk - usually about one a week. They said things like: "I'm really just a chicken", or "I haven't worked up the nerve yet." They were unsigned but I thought I recognized the handwriting on the envelope as Susan's. I assumed she had a crush on me, as secretaries sometimes do for their bosses. We even went out once together -. " One of the young men said as he furiously stroked his cock."Take it easy, bro." George said to him. "You are going to rub the skin off your dick." Oh shit!" The guy said as his cock began squirting sticky, white cum on the passed out woman's breasts."I am cumming too." The second guy said as he aimed his dick directly at her left nipple and shot several jets on it and onto her breast."That's perfect." The coed said. "Look at how it's running down to her chest." She continued as the camera. With one hand holding the seat to steady herself, she reached down and spread her warmth. I gasped as she grasped my hard-on, warming it, and stroking the head around her clit. As the aircraft engines powered up for lift-off, she guided me into her, and we moaned in unison. She stuck her fingers into my mouth to taste her, as I reached around to support her bottom. As she moved up my shaft, I braced my knees against the back of the seats behind Tammy. She pivoted forward, gulped hard as her.