As I kept pressing and asking for my wife she got more and more angry then finally hung up. I just shrugged and decided it had been a wrong number she... had called and it was an honest mistake. About the time I decided that, Jen got a call on her phone. It was the same number. When she asked who it was, they said "Its Ann Jen. Who did you think it was?"Jen said, "Sorry Ann, I didn't recognize your voice. You have Jim worried, here, talk to him." She handed me the phone but when I took it, whoever. I just prefer more mature men." She hesitated. "The first time I really enjoyed great sex was from my daddy's younger brother. He'd be about your age. The younger men tend to be impatient and want to get to the fucking with the minimum of foreplay." To hear the term 'fucking' delivered in her cut-glass accent was a bit of a shock. "If you think I'm a prick teaser, well I couldn't very well deny it. All I can say is I love sex. You can see how wet I am, and you haven't touched me." Her hand went. He gazed at my chest, then began twisting my left nipple with his hand. Brett began to pump into me hard. I had my arms out on both sides of me trying to steady myself. Brett bent over me, my legs straddling him. He placed both hands on my shoulders holding me down as he thrusted harder and harder. His sack slapped up against my flesh every time he buried his drill into my willing well. I moaned loudly the harder he punished. The slapping of his pelvis into me echoed in the parking lot. Brett. She buried herself in her work, trying not to dwell on the possibility that she might see Bren later that evening only because he'd be pushing her off of his ship, leaving her stranded at Essex dock.The Silvana's mechanics drifted back to the flight deck at various times. Banks was the first to show, overseeing the installation of a few new pieces of equipment. When everything was stowed according to his instructions, he dismissed the men and puttered around the flight deck for a few minutes.