No

A smile creaked on Sam's face. As she strutted back to her seat, she threw the barf bag of her clothes to Lacey, and decided to stay naked for the flight. This was in marked contrast to Joanne, whose bosom strained in Lacey's shirt and was being cut up by her bra, and whose hips were being gouged by her daughter's jeans and panties.

Lacey looked through the bag and found little scraps of cloth. Her work with the scissors was too good, and she'd have to tie together little strips of fabric to fashion a bikini of sorts. She tied together a circle of fabric and tried to use it as a top, but Monica stopped her.

"Sweetie, the nice lady said you had to stay like this for the flight to help with your nerves, remember?"

Lacey glared at her, but didn't want to argue.

Eventually the seatbelt light turned on and the captain began the landing process.