I drove my car to the airport and requested Hanger 7. The guard asked to see my passport. I readily complied and gave it to him. He looked at it, t...en at me. He told me to not park in the usual parking lot, but to go directly to Hanger 7.I went to Hanger 7 and parked outside. I went up to the hanger and knocked on the door with my pack of toiletries and a few clothes in hand. A very pretty redhead opened the door. Her hair was down to her shoulders. She was wearing the company uniform. I watched her leave, waited two seconds, then hit the call button. She poked her head in a second later."I'm ready," I said, somewhat huffily.The smile almost slipped from her face. "Well, OK, then. I'll get the wheelchair."She was gone again and I proceeded to get out of the bed. My knee screamed at me as I swung my legs over the edge, and my head kind of went dizzy as I sat up."Careful, Sweetie," Mom said, "Just sit there until she brings the chair."I shook my head to clear it and started to. ”“I get it. Congrats on the baby. Is it a boy or a girl?”“We don’t know yet. We wanted it to be a surprise.”“Smart! May I ask what you do for a living?”“I’m an oil change tech at Fast Lube. And, I play semi pro basketball,” the Mississippian touted.The flight attendant arrived and remarked, “Doesn’t look like I can get you anything?”“Oh, but you can dear,” Nigel shot back as he pulled out his credit card. “I’d like a margarita mix and a water.” He then inquired, “Would you like something,. Becky knew of my panty fettish from chats with my wife, so I couldn’t help but wonder if that was on purpose. But, we didn’t ask. However, later that week, I some how managed too get my wife too wear a pair of Beckys panties one night before I fucked her. I had the hardest cock ever seeing my wife in those panties. That will have to be another story.Now in her room and into her hamper I went, looking through the items inside. First, her bra, the soft material that covers her soft.