Did I have proof? A wicket grin on his face as he unscrewed the bottle cap and drank the bottle dry. Milf sex Did I have proof? The flight attendant then said,
“Miss, do you need anything?”
I slowly opened my eyes, turning to look at her. It was the man, he raised his hands in mock surrender before whispering. I grabbed at them, trying to pull them back up, but his hand pressed mine down again, I shook as he began to rub between my legs moistening my cotton panties. The hand slipped away and immediately I wondered if I had imagined the whole thing. I was petrified. The only proof was on my own shorts…I would look like I was a pervert. Petting me and smoothing over my side and breasts. Pretty name.” He said this as he looked at me, studying my face. The man that sat two rows away looked average and bored as he sat down, not even glancing my way as he checked his phone before turning it off and buckling his seat belt.
