I started asking questions, she was answering them frankly. She was feeling shy and was laughing with every question. When I asked her”How many time... she have sex every month/week?”, she didn’t reply and became sad. I went and sat next to her on the sofa and started asking her “what happened?”. She said her husband was too busy and tired to have sex and she was not happy with her sex life.I started consoling her and rubbing her back. She fell on my shoulder and half hugged me. Her hand somehow. Neither of us said anything. It felt good to masturbate, and though I was very, very much in love with Mara, it was curious that sex played so little a role in our daily relationship as husband and wife. I wasn't complaining. Though odd to some, this sort of sex-less (as far as intercourse went) relationship didn't seem odd to either of us! Not at all. In fact, from the very start of our marriage, we'd both agreed that Mara wanted to have African-fathered babies, not Caucasian ones, like mine. ‘Well?’“Daughter, you’ve been missing for over four months, now,” her father announced. Béla’s eyes widened. Her mouth fell open in shock.The medic had been prodding and poking around Béla’s bare body for several minutes while all this had transpired. “Sir, I don’t think the princess has actually aged, despite her appearance. I believe, when she fully regenerates, that she will have regained her youthful vigor. After examining Princess Béla, I believe It’s possible that Princess Beth may fully. It was always a lovely site as he relaxed. Reminded him so much of home. "Jack? Jack, are you there?" a female voice said into the intercom in his helmet as a small screen appeared to the side.The voice belonged to Rose Maria McDowell, a fellow ranger like him and the one under his command. She was in her mid-twenties and Terran, with a mix between Northern European and Central american physical traits as her red hair and her skin of bronzed both shined. Her small 5'2 statue was covered weirdly.