‘he does’nt touch me anymore, I want a man to make love to me’ She came closer to me, putting her hand around my neck and leaned in to kiss me. ... made no attempt to stop her, we kissed passionately as if we were 2 teenagers. It felt strange, I never thought that a woman of her age would still kiss like that. She led me by her hand, upstairs around a winding staricase. I felt my cock going hard in my pants. We went into a large bedroom and she began taking her clothes off. She took off her. There was more that could be done, Korbaz was certain of it, but the choice was not hers to make.She waited for the Crewmaster to return with his counterparts, the bridge crew lowering their heads in a show of respect as they entered the room. There was Gazga, Crewmaster of the Earthquake, an accomplished sailor who had served under the Matriarch even longer than Korbaz. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his sash so crowded with medals and accolades that there was scarcely a hint of purple. Her first husband was Thomas (Tom) Michael Phillips who died in ahorrible private plain crash in the remote wilderness of ManitowocCanada in August of 1999. Tom was only a young 49 years of age and leftRachel widowed at 47. They had celebrated their 25th weddinganniversary in July of that same year. Rachel, at age 52, would againmarry to Charles Daniel Adams, age 44, on the exact date of her firstwedding date five years following Tom's death. Rachel and Dan, as healways went by, had been. She sighed and thought she needed a break. She could see two aspiring writers; anything to relieve the monotony of that novel."Ms Annette Fenster and Ms Susan Fenster," announced the receptionist, ushering them into he office.Cassie looked up smiling. "What can I do for you?" she asked, thinking how unlike each other they were for sisters."You can listen to what I have to tell you. What you do after that I don't really care."It was a strange beginning, but she was used to eccentric.