Dinner was nice and then Margrit had to go and pack. Sandy cleaned the kitchen and then said good night and left our house.I went up to see Margrit. I...was hoping for some sex before she left, but she was not in the mood. I contemplated of telling her what it felt like when I had to use the bathroom with Sandy holding my dick a little bit longer than necessary and had started to grow... But decided that it would not be good to tell her right before her trip. Not that she was the jealous type,. We're going to be your slaves or servants in the eyes of the law, anyway, so might as well get used to it. Remember, you're the Boss now, right?" Sandy told me while kissing my face repeatedly and licking my entire chest."Such a yummy brother, too. I look forward to sucking your cock whenever I get the chance and rimming your ass as you deserve, sweet brother of mine," Stephanie added."Just wait until we get him into the shower and treat his body like our real dessert, because, apologies to. Pity to waste that, she ruminated still presenting her fake smile. To help her deal with the stress of Space, she had been issued something the female astronaut cadre nicknamed Pink and Purples. These were capsules filled with a fast acting Mood Enhancer that was a zealously guarded MedCom secret. During her training, JC had learned the astronaut community were all quietly advised to use a variety of pharmaceuticals intended to take the edge off Space. They had Go Fasts to help them stay. So she wraps those silk-sheathed legs around her brand new husband, squeezing tight, urging him on. His treatment of her nipples becomes more intense, almost verges on pain, and she loves every second. But there are other places that need his mouth's attention, so she guides his head up and out of her bountiful cleavage towards her face. His kisses run up her breasts and beyond–she feels them like a vampire's bite upon her neck, and whimpers at the feel of it. Then their lips meet once.