I'm sorry; I didn't catch your name." Polly. Polly Adler." I'm Kathy," she said extending her hand and smiling.Polly shook her hand and said, "It's ni...ce to meet you. He talked about you all the time."Polly's statement was true; he did talk about Kathy all the time. Often, he'd vent his frustrations, but Polly remembered when Kathy got sick, and he nearly ended their affair. He would e-mail her updates of Kathy's progress. She even remembered the day the doctor announced she had fully recovered,. ’ She winked at him as she tossed the rope into his lap. He laughed, and took several slow sips of his coffee before setting the cup on the bedside table. ‘Hmm, wouldn’t want to lose that, now would I?’ Her curiosity was piqued. ‘So what else you got in there?’ ‘Oh, just the usual stuff, my jammmies, a robe, couple of shirts, razor. You know, ordinary stuff.’ He grinned at her. ‘That’s not the stuff I’m talking about, and you know it.’ With her hands on her hips, she tried hard to act annoyed.. I also made sure to excuse myself often allowing the guys their chance to approach Lynn.I first noticed Frank, a balding, fifty-two year old Irish guy. He was tall, well over six feet with wide shoulders and was wearing a tight shirt that showed off his big arms. He was a thick, barrel chested man with a mustache. I knew by his cock picture why Lynn like him, he had a thick cock with large veins and low hanging hairy balls. He must be at least 10 inches plus. He brought Lynn a drink and started. Am I that excited already ? As I exited I noticed there were now there flight attendants. They were all clustered together. No way was I not going to brush up against them. She had told others ! Many bumps, pardon me, winks and grind I finally made it back to my seat. Embarrassed, I couldn't wait for this to be over. Landing and exiting the plane was much like going to the lavatory. Close quarters, grins and looks. I made my way towards baggage claim looking for the couple I was to meet..