When I glanced to my left I saw my cute neighbor. He looked scared shit less. Beads of sweat were pouring down his face and his hands were tight on th...e armrests. If there’s one thing I’ve learned through my almost 30 years, it’s how sometimes the best way to help yourself is to help someone even worse off than you. As much as I hated to fly this guy clearly hated it more. Besides, landings are my favorite part of the flight. It means I’ll finally be able to escape this tin box I’ve been. She was moving slightly faster now, rubbing her own clit while I teased her nipples. I kissed her shoulder, then her neck and she turned her head so we could share a French kiss. I could feel her getting closer and she pulled my hand down to her pussy, splayed my fingers so they were on either side of my shaft with the heel of my hand on her clit. She pushed hard on my hand, then took my other hand and put it over the first. I got the point and applied pressure. She rubbed her own breasts and. I stepped over to where I thought I had heard her voice and twistedthe doorknob. She hadn't locked the door, and I found her standing on theother side looking into a mirror in the small dressing room.She looked spectacular!"Oh yes you can," I told her with confidence. "That looks amazing on you!Here, let me help."She had her back to me, and the dark blue dress hugged her curves. Ireached up and finished zipping her up before pulling her out of thedressing room. She looked uncomfortable. Yep ... Zoe was my mother’s younger sister. She was now 30 years old, 9 years older than me.“Your eyes are going to suffer eye strain if you continue to stare at my tits for the next week ... mentally undressing them” she commented.“I’m so sorry ... I won’t” I stammered before she silenced me by saying “I’m going to deal with the problem right now”.Having said that she slid forwards on her seat bedside me ... sliding under the large round table in front of us. She disappeared under the table -.