While money wasn’t an issue, he got a job with the construction crew. He needed a reason to be on the ship. To his amazement, he had found he enjoye... the work and the comradely. Gary and Jim had put him to work building the prefab homes for the locals as they had called his people.He had found Iran and Ivan great blokes to work with. Considering he was closer to sixty in Utopian years, the young men treated him as if he was the same age as them and they were a lot of fun.It was a shame they. "Maggie and I were just getting friendly," J.B. said insouciantly as he got into the back seat of the car with Sue."Leave my girlfriend alone," Sue said. "I mean it."Don came back to the car and slid in on the driver's side and started the engine. "Are you okay?" he asked Maggie. She was plastered against the opposite door, her hands shaking."I'm…I'm fine," she said. "Just tired. I need to go home." Okay. We'll drop Sue and J.B. off first."Maggie was not fine. J.B. had kissed her -- and she had. The view how she rode on me is indescribable ... How this little old woman wildly jumped on my cock and how her tits hopped at the sametime. She put her hands on my hairy chest as she rode and cried; I played with her beautiful tits, caressed and kneaded them. It was so damn hot to have these huge, plump tits in your hands and feel it! Sometimes she stopped riding, blew my cock, mounted me again and rode on my dick. That made me crazy! I just lay there like a pasha and enjoyed the "show" ;) As. That would be selfish, again. I turned my thoughts back to Shannon, a person that until this morning felt like one of my closest friends, I realized.“I do like being your friend,” I said quietly. “I mean that for real.”Shannon was still gripping the wheel of her car. She turned to look at me with unsteady eyes. Those twin pools of hazel saline burgeoned, releasing two clear pearls to drift down her cheeks.“Me too, Matty.” She sniffed. “Matty ... No, I should call you Matt,” she continued sadly..