She held Dean’s head fast against her big breast as her orgasm shook her body, her hips pressing against him as she rode the tidal wave of pleasure ...ocking her very soul. Just when he thought he would pass out from lack of oxygen by his face being pushed into her tits she released him, falling forward and pushing Dean back against the couch as she collapsed against him. Her orgasm was spent, and she lay against him with her head on his shoulder, gasping for breath, her big mounds pressing. "You jealous?" I asked."No comment," she said. The conversation flooded me with memory--our fourteenth birthday and the others following."Do you remember... ?" On the log. Our fourteenth birthday. I always remember." And the fifteenth..." And the sixteenth when I took your innocence and you made me scream." And the twinkling stars we stared at inside our warmth." And the twinkling city below like we floated in heaven. I remember everything." I love you Bess." I love you Joe. So what made her. A hint of a smile formed as her lips curved up. "See you there in five."She disconnected and I quickly dressed in workout clothes, walking from my quarters and down the corridor to the gym. A Hand Trolley, an anti-gravity cart used to transport up to four people passed me. It was empty of any crew, so it had to be under Miley's control. "The ship's artificial intelligence handling a mundane task," I thought. The cart was a side-by-side standing platform with automated restraints to protect the. I should have been happy to find out that my husband wasn't interested in fourteen-year-old girls, or any other girls for that matter. He loved and wanted me. I should have felt relieved and confident and encouraged by that knowledge, but I wasn't. The fantasy that I'd kept buried for a year, or perhaps longer than that since I'd become aware of it, was spoiling it for us. I wanted more than a husband to love me, or I needed Kurt to express his love in some other way, in a way that seemed.