The hot water was beginning to dwindle, so we rinsed off quickly and exited the stall. We both dried Heather, paying particular attention to her breas...s, pussy and ass. Now all clean and recharged, we adjourned to our California king-sized bed. Heather took a position in the middle of the bed while Steven and I each chose one side of my wife. My wife and I locked eyes and I kissed her passionately, our tongues wrestled in her mouth and my hand slid to her breast. Steven had latched onto her. About two months after Billie came to live with us; I didn't even have any gray hair. I have had gray hair since I was twenty-five.We all learned about each other, and had a good "family" life. Billie had been an ergonomic engineer before she had been caught in a police sweep and convicted of sedition. She was a "militant feminist" in my language; she called herself a person who favored rights for women.She could build or fix nearly anything we had. My technology was very old to her, as their. Oh, well, we would become that if we survived long enough. I was mainly worried because all three of my pilots were new to combat, and most pilot fatalities due to combat came within the first few missions. I knew that I would not relax until we had at least three missions under our belts.I broke us up into pairs with a new man working as my wingman on each mission. I wanted to get a personal assessment of each man's abilities and short comings before I trusted him completely. The first test. She agreed and quickly put her clothes back on and proceeded to her first class of the day.Meantime, in a nearby girls' washroom Victor was standing naked before six girls who were carefully checking to see if any stubble had grown on his pubic mound, balls or armpits. Their examination was ticklish and sexually stirring. His cock responded accordingly and his examiners increased their tactile attention bringing poor Vic to a Blue Balls point of frustration.The dribbles of pre-cum he was.