There is a bulge in his lycra shorts."Lovely, isn't she?" I ask him. He turns to look at her as she stands at the side getting his coffee. Another gui...ty look as he turns back to me. He doesn't know what to say. He is not quite sure of what I mean. Is this an invite or am I going to thump him for looking at my wife! "You should feel them. They are so heavy." He can't help but look again. Chris has turned toward us and her big tits sway beneath her thin nightdress. The fat brown nipples press. Pink Girl began to weep and Law Boy swore."Now, now. Relax. This will be fun." I pulled the weeping girl to the bed. "First let's get you to relax, hmmm?" I sat her down. "Come here, Hero. Get on your knees and rub her feet." I began massaging her shoulders.He was clearly reluctant but moved next to the bed. He knelt down and began untying her cute little saddle shoes."Knee socks too." I reminded him when he began squeezing her foot with it still on. "Now, gently, caress. Feel how soft her skin. It always was great fun to entertain the guests on the hour and a half one-way trip. And Chris had gotten a lot more comfortable playing in front of crowds the last couple of weeks. So Christopher had hoped that, apart from his normal duties, he would get a chance to make some music. Chris wore the white crew jacket and the sailor's cap with pride. He had put the special islander's pin on his jacket as well. He really enjoyed being part of a crew. Christopher also liked the responsibility for. She; unlike the majority of those citizens of the Republic with access to them had elected to start taking the anti-agathics which effectively halted Her aging later than most did in Her early twenties. Technically She was fifty two years old but She did not look a day over twenty three; the wonderful d**g – only available to the wealthy – halted the natural cellular decay which caused aging and ultimately death in those who could not afford it. Now and henceforward until She chose or was.