A couple of weeks after getting back from the trip, Kay and I lay in bed talking. The baby was asleep and for the first time in awhile we were both in...the mood at the same time. As I teased her to arousal, kissing her lips, sucking her nipples, fingers toying in her moistening slit, I mentioned my talk of Steve needing a woman. I asked her if she had a friend who would let Steve do to her what I was doing to Kay. Before long she was begging for me to fuck her and the talk was lost in the. How could it not be? I’m beginning to wonder if there isn’t something watching us like Morales feels, and I guess me too, at least to some extent. The columns, and I suppose the floor, were obviously created by technology, but if those columns are doing anything, I can’t detect it other than those weird, frequently changing and unpredictable readings from most of my instruments. Bottom line, and I’m only guessing about this, because it isn’t my field of expertise. But ... no way am I going to. She is gently and slowly moving her hands up and down my shaft as Sis is moving around. I look over to see her pulling her skirt and panties off and she looks at me says, “boobs out or shirt on?” I look at Mandy and say, “out please…” Mandy gives me a smile and then takes me into her mouth all the way down. I lean my head back and get ready for another amazing blow job when she pulls her mouth off of me and I feel Sis’s legs on each side of mine. I raise my head just in time to see Mandy. But it didn't take long to realize why I had really been sent tovisit my Aunt Madge in the first place. My foster parents weren'tdoing well in their relationship and I knew it wouldn't be longbefore they'd be splitting for good! Apart from what had happenedduring my stay with Aunt Madge I enjoyed living with my fosterparents. It was far easier than living in the orphanage. And at myage getting out of that situation was tough indeed. If you didn't getpicked as an infant chances are the older you.