Both he and I glanced at her, then toward each other and then back to her. We both instinctively moved toward her and stood on each side of her petit ...ody. He confidently reached out to her first and I followed. We both had our hands on her, trying to make her feel special. While my hands were on her ribcage and lower back, he turned her slightly toward him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and they both kissed, his tongue snaking its way into my wife’s open mouth as his big hands felt for. His body slid heavily onto mine, and I felt him enter me. Gently at first, and then hard as he pushed his cock deep inside to get me wet.I let out a gasp, oh no, this was really happening, my prick of a husband was actually going to let this happen.I felt the stranger pushing inside me, lifting my hips as he slipped himself in deeper, his huge frame crushing into me. I let out a loud moan, and then he started to fuck me, fast and hard, not wanting to let go of my hips. He was controlling the. Heather could see that. He was a fitting companion for a woman such as Sam. They would be happy...She almost dropped to her knees. Almost cried. Almost did everything that proved she was unworthy of Sam.Almost.Heather still had a task. A quest. A promise unfulfilled. Princess Cathy WOULD walk. Petty thoughts of love were just a distraction. A weakness to be discarded. She was better than that. HAD to be better than that. To be otherwise would be to again prove she was unworthy of Cathy.And. Between me and the inner lanes sometimes marched entire armies. Everything from ultra-modern Buck Rogers types to some looking to have come straight out of ancient Rome. Overhead flew an amazing variety of craft.This much traffic caused quite a commotion at some of the portals that line the ends of each segment, where each group jockeys to pass through the proper waypoint. Somehow though, this dance all works and everyone seems to make the connection they need.Along the way I saw fascinating.