Most of the time, I keep those sphincters shut with no more effort or thought than you use to keep your asshole closed, and even during sex it is nothing at all to keep Tricky Dick hidden away. Ok. Even if no one else ever gets to read it, I wanted it to be written. Now before I get to the rest of the story, there is one more person to mention: my sister, Tiffany. There was a hatch at the rear by which we had entered, but it literally welded itself shut on launch, so it didn’t really exist as a hatch anymore. She never got spoiled, she is still a poor kid from the hills in her heart, she’s a good mom, and from everything I saw she was a good wife, too. A family, pretty wealthy and therefore a little more distant than most, but happy nonetheless. Most of my friends (all of the guys, and many of the girls) had made passes at her and I was fully aware of how attractive she was… from a purely academic viewpoint, of course. She was a housewife after that, but the rich, glamorous kind.
