She’d even tried a few recipes the cook had given her the last few nights. Tonight was his turn. It was amazing how much she enjoyed spending time w...th him and how comfortable she felt with him. Especially considering how much she’d hated and dreaded the idea of marrying him two weeks ago. Lila hadn’t ever had a boyfriend or spent any time in the company of men. In fact after Katie’s experience, and what had become of their mother, grandmother had made sure Lila was well protected. As a result,. I suppose she might have also thought that her girls, three of them, were holding her back from her desire. Helen wanted to learn, go to college and become self employed as an accountant. A dilemma to any woman, the pull of self development and opposite draw of motherhood, something Helen felt acutely. I, on the other hand, could be considered something of a slut. My dick pointed the way and I invariably followed. I rarely, if ever, refused the opportunity to fuck an available woman. My thirty. But things here were too hard. Only singles got all. As a married man, I didn’t get any. So I joined all dating apps and websites.A few months later, I got a response from one website. Her name was Afreen. She was the same age as me. She was married and was a Pakistani wife living in Canada.At first, we chatted casually. Soon, it moved to audio calls. We use to chat a lot and speak a lot. But she didn’t share her pic until that. I shared mine and she liked me. After a few weeks, Afreen shared. Despite being made up to look like they were built from brick and mortar, the apartments were as much an integral part of the station as any of the other facilities, hardwired into the station’s central computer system.There was an affirmative beep, and then the door slid open, granting them access. Zhari didn’t have to duck under the door frame, as the apartment was built for her kind, and she followed behind him as he stepped inside.It was remarkably spacious, considering that they were on a.