There was red, blue, white, green and yellow. All made of a transparent material.The statue stood in a hexagonal frame upon a raised platform. The mat...rial it all was made of appeared to be metal but it defied all scanning and all analysis methods. It apparently was indestructible, all efforts to take a sample were unsuccessful.The planet itself was unremarkable at first, but after closer examination it turned out that this world had no orbital tilt and circled around a yellow sun at a. The fast running waters of this river are notoriously free of pollution or contamination of any sort and the fish caught by skilled fisher folk along the dusty trails are tastier by far than fish caught from the nearby sea.A still attractive widow lady with freely displayed bosom of noteworthy dimension lived at the edge of the village right next to the new-fangled railway that brought the village folk to the city for employment and shopping beyond the scope of a small village wares.The widow. I first started fucking other guys because my husband felt bad about leaving me home alone much of the time. He was a long-haul trucker and was gone sometimes two weeks at a time and only stayed home for a couple of days before hitting the road again. It took me a long time to get comfortable with the idea because that wasn’t how I was raised. You didn’t do things like that when you were already with someone. I also had to be convinced that my husband wasn’t the only one who thought I was sexy. "I can't believe I'm doing this." I pulled her head back and leaned over to her right ear. She was moaning something that I couldn't understand. In a very inquistive voice I ask her, "What are you doing, Jen?" She didn't say anything. She just kept moaning and grunting. "You are cheating on your husband, aren't you, Jen?" I asked as I pounded that shit with all I had. "And you are loving it, aren't you, Jen?" "This is so damn wrong, but it feels so damn good," she whispered lustfully. "Tell me.