Where are we? How close is the star?... 'Skryben's sensors were busy. There was nothing nearby, not even a stray asteroid. Farther away, the dim red s...ar glowed against the night, its sullen radiance filling the infra red spectrum. It was behind them, no telling how far. Rand set up coordinates for a jump at right angles to it."Third Officer Korsun, report!" Inertial guidance tracking. Capacitors one sixty fourth charged. Ready for ranging jump." First shift Pilot Yurtloss, report!" Ship. Suddenly there was movement on the bench beside me as a woman sat down beside me. Embarrassed I quickly covered myself up muttering red faced apologies. She just laughed and said it was OK and that she didn’t mind as she sometimes did the same. Smiling she opened her legs and invited me to look. I immediately saw that she had no panties on. Explaining she said this was to allow easy access for fingering herself in the sun. It was easier for women than men she said and asked me if I would like. I need to take a better look,” she replied, pulling up a chair and sitting in front of Blaze.Blaze stepped out of the panties and Agatha leaned in to get a closer look at the strange protrusion. She touched it gingerly and then cupped his balls, weighing them.“Hmmm. It’s not too much of a problem. I’d say it just needs proper support. Maybe extra padding to hide the bulge…” Agatha pondered.“It also becomes big at times …” Blaze added, scheming at the poor woman.“It does? How big? Can you make. To me, a mature, buxom, complete woman did it for me. And Mrs. Johnson was all that. What also excited me about Mrs. Johnson was that she was a housewife and a mother, and dressed so femininely, all the time. Always wearing very feminine skirts or dresses, she was my vision of an ideal woman, a total woman, and I envied her.From my bedroom window, I could see the Johnson's house and their driveway, and knew their pattern. Every Sunday morning, they went out for breakfast.I don't know what came.