Exhausted from my multiple orgasms, I lay back and close my eyes for a few seconds. When I open my eyes, I see you standing there in the doorway of my... room. You look at me and you smile. You peel off your clothes, and walk over to the bed and sit down next to where I am laying….. You stroke my hair and my face, and tell me how beautiful I am. Then you plant the longest, most passionate kiss on my lips. You take your hands..and you start to stroke and play with my breasts. You position yourself. Almost as an afterthought she asked in a slightly, more neutral voice, "Who is at your house right now?" Nena not thinking replied, "Carlos and my stupid drunken father. Everyone else is at church."Constancia just smiled.Carlos was Nena's fifteen-year-old brother. Like most boys his age, he was totally preoccupied with girls. Often fantasizing about the girls in his class at school. Even when he was playing his favorite sport, soccer, he found himself thinking about some girl's boobs, or tight. "I take it there is nothing I can do to change things or get to see them?" You can't call them," said Steven, "If your former wife's sponsor allows it, she will be able to call you but that won't normally happen until they reach the colony they're going to." When's that likely to be?" asked Ben."At least a month," said Heather. "What you have to accept is that they are no longer yours. It is one of the hardest things to understand even though it is well known. If you had been divorced here on. I figured that she was about five or so years older than me, and in great shape. We were about the same size, she was probably an inch shorter than me. Her hair was streaked blond. From my initial introductions, that seemed to be by far the color of choice, at least some shade of blonde. I stood out as the only pure brunette. Her bikini bottoms were at least as low cut as mine, she had no hint of stretch marks. Her boobs were about my size, and although hard to tell from her top, did not seem.