He was a ex-ballet dancer, now a ballet instructor now living in France. Every year for the last 7 or 8 he came to my city, and we try to arrange time...for several sessions of just raw a****l-like fucking followed by dinner.We met at his hotel the first time about 4 years ago after exchanging hot emails. As I recall, he met me at the door wearing only a towel. We kissed deeply and then I dropped to my knees, pulled his towel off and swallowed his cock. It was the perfect size for me to suck as I. ”“Deployment?” I asked. “What kind of work do you do?”“I’m a repairman. I spend six months in space and then twelve months dirtside while the next guy in the rotation goes up,” Jack said, draining his martini. Elizabeth had another mixed in a flash.“In space? You mean up there?” I pointed heavenward.“Yeah. It’s a little lonely, but Evelyn and I talk several times a day when my orbit crosses her location. But six months of not having to see anyone or talk to anyone except my team if they have a. Making eye contact, she nods that she's ready. I'm bucking wildly on the couch feeling my balls tighten. I tense my legs, pushing them out straight, jerk my cock forward and start shooting streams of cum down her throat. Susan keeps sucking and pumping, swallowing every bit of it, until I relax back on the couch, depleted. Susan cleans up my cock with her tongue and then crawls up on my lap, puts her arms around my neck and kisses me lightly on the lips."I wish we could sleep together tonight.". It wasn't a big thing. Once or twice a year we went to lunch together — that's how I learned of all the rumours going around. Those lunches always left me with a sour taste in the mouth as I'm not one for gossiping but it was my only way of knowing what others were saying behind my back.Suzie is a sweet girl but she's not the brightest person on earth; if I wanted to I could have influenced her not to fraternize with the others, but then I'd lose my 'foot in the door'. I didn't like.