A strange thought had just crossed his mind, making him feel uncomfortable. She was wearing black sling back heels that accentuated the slimness of h...r ankles. The strange thought urged him to look up at her face again. His heart was racing. Blue eyes, dark blonde hair and these chubby cheeks that made her look childish. He looked away, feeling nervous. He was sure he had seen her before. A vague memory gnawed at him. He stole another glance. Their eyes met for a second, and however brief that. “I won’t lie, he’s a gorgeous gorgeous man.” I said making her look at me and smile.“And now you get to see him during the whole flight for one, and two, he’s going where you’re going. Oh and he’s upgraded your seats for the connecting flight too.” She said before she gave me my license back.“He did?!” I asked.“Yes he did, he wanted to make sure you guys got home. I think that’s really sweet of him, if you ask me, I think he really likes you too.” She said making my face turn red while I smiled. .." Yes?" Tipper asked, genuine concern furrowing her brow."Died," blurted out Renee."She died?" the Gores asked in unison. "Just now?" Yes," Jennifer said slowly, her eyes narrowing as she stared at Renee. "Of a horrible French disease. My colleague, Renee, um, Paris, can fill you in."Renee returned Jennifer's glare before she turned back to the Gores."Meuniere's syndrome," she said smoothly. "It does strike very quickly sometimes." Goodness," Tipper said. "I am so sorry." Really," Al added in. I’m not sure if it was my way of dealing with work-related pressures, or the slutty side coming out of me or what, but I knew they felt good and I was ready to slide into pair and do a little surfing online. I picked out my favorite pair, a French-cut low-rise sheer pink satin bikini with a little bow at the center of the waistband. They encased my small cock very well and tightly hugged my ass cheeks. Not only did they feel good on me, but I think they looked great too! The silky fabric felt.