In the morning she started in on my Caretaker selection again. Not interested.“Can I have you as my caretaker?”“No. Unfortunately I am not eligi...le.”“Why? Are you too young? Too beautiful? Too good in bed?”“I am incapable of having children. Cassandran women who are likely to conceive with Earth men are allowed to enter the lottery to be Damsels in Distress on Chaos. Our women for whom it is possible, but not likely, are allowed to apply to be Caretakers. They will spend more time with their. I will never forget this till the end of my life.Here I continue with my story. The bright morning sun illuminated the bedroom as it beamed through the panoramic windows. I had never been awakened by the sunlight in my room before and couldn’t understand why this was happening. It was only when I got out of the bed that I realized I was not in my room.This was my wedding night room. The passionate memory of lovemaking to my dearest wife last night all came back to me. I stared at the messed-up. She was essentially a positive, warm-hearted and, from our brief flirtation, warm-bodied woman who was not getting the emotional or sensual benefits of a committed partnership. She knew I was in much the same situation.So there was some history between us, an attraction that had occasionally flared up but also an emotional connection when we smiled at each other across the wine bar. We hadn't seen each other in a while, so with Maggie's speech over and the group mingling again, Cathy and I. I filled up the hash pipe with some weed and took a toke as the girls came back, Christy handing me a cocktail, and they sat back down on the edge of the bed. Both of them were eyeing my cock and I looked down at myself. I wasn’t hard anymore, but my cock never looked so large in a flaccid state. It looked good even to me, fuck I’d suck it if I could. Teri said, “I’m glad my husband is out of town. We can play all night long.” Damn, I had two nymphomaniacs on my hands. Then Teri went on, “Oh,.