”“So we can remove anything from this ship for our own use,” Gazza checked.“Yes, it all belongs to you. I believe you’d call it ‘Salvage r...ghts’, Gazza. So everything, including me, is yours,” Asha stated frankly.“Well we don’t have to look for new furniture, now,” Bette grinned.“I wonder if Asha would give us such free rein if the flickers moved in.” Gazza replied.“You are friends with the intelligent simians?” Asha asked with interest.“Yes, they can mind-talk to us. We seemed to have been. In terms of sexuality I’m straight, I find women attractive and as George Michael one said sexuality it’s about who you can love not just who you can get it up for. My sex life after the breakup became thrill based rather than love based. It started with porn which got more repetitive and less exciting as time went on. I quickly moved to using prostitutes but even that started to lack excitement especially when it was clear they weren’t into the sex. I started using online streaming sites and. We kissed each other. When we attended the same university we occasionally dated other people. Usually we dated each other. We did not make love, because my wife wanted to save her virginity for her wedding night. That was fine with me, because I assumed she was saving it for me. I was right. Our first time the evening of our wedding was the most delightful experience I had yet enjoyed. By then, however, we had practiced the agreeable preliminaries with each other, so we both knew what to do. . He brought out some massage oil and put some soothing music on his stereo. Then he sat down next to me, pulled my shirt up and began a very wonderful massage. He had me take my shirt off and worked for several minutes kneading my back and shoulders. After a while, he moved down and removed my shoes and socks. I was wearing shorts and he proceeded to massage my feet. It felt wonderful.Next he started working my way up my legs. His hands slowing making their way under the legs of my pants. He.