But even then, our little affair only amounted to a couple of dates in the movies, a kiss a cuddle and a grope. As a c***dhood sweetheart, my wife was...the only woman I’d ever slept with.Increasingly nowadays though, my wanks revolved around, Zita. I’d imagine various scenarios in my head, us fucking across my desk, going out to lunch, but instead opting for a blow job in the car, at a beauty spot overlooking the town. My favourite fantasy though started with the usual rebuttal from my wife. As. As I glided lower with each stroke my fingers found her pubic hair. It was wispy and soft. That surprised me since pubic hair tends to be coarse. A long purring sound came from Francine as my palm moved across her mons, making sure my fingers did not touch her pussy.I moved to the side of the bed by Francine’s feet. I began to massage the front of her leg with the same motion used on the back. Up the entire leg from the ankle, reducing pressure at the kneecap, and then up to the top of her. For many hours, spending the very last coins he had he tried to find out when Martha had been brought to the asteroid base.So far, he was unsuccessful, even to identify the ship she might have been on.Sam rapped his fist against the metal surface of the small table that was part of the taverns furnishing of a smudgy place, called Motherload. “We’re screwed and so is Martha, my friend. Either I saddled the wrong horse and we went to Brhama Port for nothing or the ship she was on never. You could share information and help others instead of using it strictly for sexual pleasure. Although, I had to admit that the sex was incredible.I decided to accept my fate and enjoy myself as much as possible over the rest of the weekend. Besides, my newfound knowledge about female sexuality could come in handy in the future.I also discovered that the psychic link was no long active. I guessed that it must have been part of the spell that was used to freeze me. I was starting to feel.