She wants you, not me. It’s your decision.” I stood up and walked to the door. “Let me know what you decide. I think I’ll get myself a sauna a...d a haircut. It seems like a good day for it.” as the door closed, I walked off whistling.On Thursday afternoon, April came onto the bridge. I was sitting in my command chair, going over division reports. When she came onto the bridge, I saw her from the corner of my eye. She was wearing a new set of coveralls. Her boots were freshly shined to a high. It's just a fact of life that men usually die younger than their wives. This tips the dating scale in favor of the widower over the widow. At my wife's funeral, I had women some I had never seen before coming up to me to wish condolences and offering food and comfort. At first, I thought these women to be acquaintances of my wife but later I found out most of them were just widows looking for fresh meat.It was after one of these widows who was quite attractive, if not overbearing, who finally. Even then she'd suck him off or she'd even on occasion let him take her in the ass if she didn't want his cock fucking her pussy.Pete couldn't how horny he was for his sexy young sister this time, and he pulled the sheet up, and he was able to see Samantha's full breast and the dark nipple that tipped the peak of her left breast as he slid up beside her and took her pointed nipple in his lips. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, ohhhhhhh," Samantha moaned as she knew Pete wanted her and she loved how much foreplay. I saw the lubricant start to ooze out of the not so little hole in the tip. I may have been a virgin up until a few hours ago, but I know a little about sex. I know enough to know what those shiny drops of liquid were. I touched them with the tip of my finger and watched Rick react as I smoothed the lubricant around the supersensitive head of his cock.“What do you think?” he asked.I can hear in his voice that what I’m doing is turning him on. I can’t help getting a feeling of satisfaction from.