“After last night I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to have sex with me again,” Jim said.“You’re right. I don’t want to have sex w...th you. But I do want to make love to you again. As many times as we possibly can. Even right now I’d love to make love to you.” I told him.That is how we ended up naked in the living room with him in between my legs and his dick at the entrance to my pussy.“Wait. Aren’t you going to use a condom?” I asked.“What for? We’re making love and I did once tell you. It was a guy in his 40's who was married and traveled to the area frequently that caught my eye. He told me his company paid for a room in my town and he was there almost every other week on business. I knew I wanted an older dominant man and he fit the description. He was fit, white, hung, about 8" and thick! I was very attracted to his pics but was nervous to meet. We exchanged emails for several days before I was confident enough to go and meet him. When I came to his hotel room the door was. Aboard the Hyperion the only difference between enlisted personnel and officers was more or less only the rank pin on your collar. Captain Zezz treaded and acted the same around the lowest First Class Starman as he did around his bridge officers. He told jokes with them, participated in games and on board sporting events and most unusual. The ship used only one mess hall. Officers and enlisted ate in the same place. There wasn’t even a specific seating order. Even the Captain sat down wherever. She'd done about twenty yards of it since they'd left Sneedville. She taught Waite that it was the most expensive material in her store, because it was so difficult to make. There wasn't a machine available to do this and handwork was always expensive.Waite took Peggy Sue for a stroll around the upper deck of the paddlewheeler. The scenery was beautiful, and miles passed as they walked and talked. It took several circuits around the large vessel for Waite to explain what he had learned last.