Susan is biting her hand and tears are streaming down her cheeks, as she bucks feverishly against my palm. Just as her arousal peaks and her release approaches, a passenger two rows ahead of us stands up and moves into the aisle. I pluck my finger and thumb from her excited holes, grab her skirt and push her legs down, while tossing a magazine over her thighs. I flip through the magazine while Susan's chest heaves, her erect nipples embossing themselves on the front of her halter-top.

"Come on!" Susan pleads, spreading her thighs and pulling her knees up, as soon as he walks by. "Hurry!" She hisses, "We can...