Sarah crosses her legs desperately, almost ready to cry she thinks, "this is fine, i can make i can make i can-" her body gives in, no amount of legs crossing or crotch holding is gonna save her, as the seatbelt light went off again and the pilot once again came across the speakers, Sarah couldn't hear it, she was preoccupied. She was sitting completly still, mortified and blushing furiously, her underwear was soaked, her skirt was wet, and her seat was forming a small puddle under her butt, small droplets of liquid was running down her legs. If she moved from her position or stood up, what happened would become immediately obvious to anyone looking.
Cindy meanwhile had been too preoccupied trying not to panic due to the turbulance, so when she finally looked at Sarah, she couldn't immidiatly tell what was wrong, but it was clear she was upset, "Sarah, sweetie, what's wrong?"
Sarah didn't look at Cindy, simply sitting motionless when she...
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