She smirked at him and said "So what is airplane sex like"? He looked a little embarrassed when he confessed, "I'm a fraud. I have no idea. I gathered...data and used a story my friend told me". Impressed by his honesty, She licked her lips and said "Want to find out first hand Daddy"? He leaned in closer "Follow me".He was already in the restroom when she entered and locked the door. As their lips embraced his cock began to grow in his pants. So much so that she felt it press against her thigh.. It had been un used for several years so needed a going over.She contacted the teenage boy two doors down who was always working on his car. He done a few things for them before and this time she approached him about getting the RV back in operating shape. She told him that she would pay him even though he said that wasn’t necessary.It needed a new battery, an oil change, and some other miscellaneous things but the tires were still good and he got it started. It needed cleaning inside and out. Rats. More credit card abuse ahead of me. The network was not paying me to buy clothing. My loss about the luggage. Knock. Knock. Knock. I peered out of the spyglass and saw the porter. Cocking my head in inquiry I opened the door to him. Triumphantly he grinned at me, my luggage at his feet. I could have kissed him, restrained myself and gave him a big tip, as it was dragged inside. Closing the door once more I reached in for clean lingerie and my nightgown and peignoir. So very pleased. My. Why are you here, and why are you looking the way you do?”“Huh... ?” she repeated.“I’m Scott Harrington,” he said, introducing himself. “And who am I insulting?”“My name is Tina Miller,” she said with her green eyes flashing emerald sparks. “And why do you care who I am or why I’m here?”“Because you’re the personification of true class,” he explained. “I just wondered why you’re slumming, and why you’re dressed the way you are?”“Class?” she exclaimed. “Me? Mr. Harrington, you must be thinking.