With her back to me, I tried to move her zipper, it was definitelystuck, caught in the lightweight fabric. After several minutes of tryingto disengage...her, I felt myself becoming strangely turned on. My eyeskept stealing glimpses of her in the mirror she was facing, her largebreasts were heaving up and down in frustration. Suddenly, I felt myselfwanting to touch them. I had never had feelings like this before, notfor a woman. I was even able to make out the dark areolas, most likelyas a result. I nodded in agreement...I didn't want loud music to interrupt my thoughts of his naked body. He turned to put on some music and I could not help but rub my dick...but as I was applying that pressure to my hardening dick he turned around and saw me. I wanted to disappear! I did not now what to do or say. Thankfully he just smiled and refreshed my drink. Next he sat on the sofa, not next to me but not far away either. I tried to concentrate on the music and my lemonade...but my mind was. ”Tinker grinned, “You just want to steal her recipes.”He turned away and pulled Michelle after him. I sighed and took her hover bag and the float sled with all my stuff that Tinker had brought. I pulled it into a corner and then went for cots and bedding. Most of the first few hours were spent tearing the ship apart and trying to find the parts I wanted to put in.Tinker, with a tired looking Michelle struggled up to the table where I was talking to Tinker’s wife, Silvia. Tinker kissed her cheek. How many times I may never know. You know that she had a miscarriage recently.”“I assumed it was yours.”“No, it wasn’t mine.”Shirley didn’t seem to have an answer to that admission. I saw her open her mouth to speak but she didn’t. I think she was lost for words for the first time since I had met her.We arrived at the restaurant. I had selected one that was a long way away from where we lived. I didn’t want anyone who knew Shirley to see her out with someone who was not her husband. It was a.