I pull away, “Feeling frisky are we?” She laughs, “Of course I am.” We go back to making out. I unzip her coat and slide my hand in and fondle... her perfect breasts over her sweater. She reaches down and runs her hand over my rapidly hardening cock. “Mmm someone’s excited,” she whispers to me. She looks around the now totally deserted carriage. She kisses me again and we make out as she undoes my belt and the buttons on my jeans. Pulling the fly open she fishes out my cock and starts to slowly. My thoughts over the past twenty and more years often wondered how she had fared after our sweet parting. It had to be a clean break. I think our separation broke her heart, and I was certain that it broke mine.I didn’t go home at all during the recess at the end of my second year either, because by now all Imperial Navy hands, including officer cadets, were desperately thrown into the battle against the rising tide of the rebel rising and we were only able to put down that particular phase of. Who gets to be daddy first? Which woman with which man?”“How about we let chance decide? All of you play equally. Each gets to fuck me during the ceremony, and the winning sperm picks the daddy?”“That might work,” he said. “We could add another level of chance. If the first spurt is likeliest to inseminate you before the last one is even out of the gate, then we deal with some lottery to choose who goes first.”“Think about it,” she said. She would, but later. She rolled over and went to. Have you talked to them?”“All the time,” she choked. “I don’t want to be unfair to them, but it hurts so bad! In order to make them happy, I have to give you to them. I don’t want to hurt them, but the only way to make it better for them is to hurt me!”“Do they understand that?” I asked.“I don’t want to tell them that. They’ve been through so much. Losing Chris was so hard on them.”“I think they deserve to know how you’re feeling. They’re at least your friends now. Talk to them. They’ll help.