So I began driving us home. I could feel Mike staring at me, I couldn’t help but smile. “Did you have a nice shower?” He suddenly asked me. I gi...gled, “Oh, you heard that did you?” “I certainly did, must have been some nice images you were thinking of?” He asked, in a very cheeky voice. “Yeah, you could say that” I said, smiling. My mind was going wild. “Why are you having this conversation Jenny, its wrong” I told myself. But I couldn’t help it. I knew he liked what he’d heard, and I liked. She was looking bomb.I then went inside her house. The spare lpg cylinder was kept on an upper shelf due to scarcity of space in kitchen. I stood on a stool and took out the cylinder. It was really heavy but I somehow managed to get it down. Then she thanked me and went to detach the regulator from old cylinder and attach it to the new one. As she bent down to do so, the site of her as is something I would never forget. As she was replacing the cylinder and I was enjoying the site she suddenly. In the silence I started to wank myself, still looking over my shoulder in case anyone came in. I decided to try and pee and let out a short stream. I heard footsteps. Someone walked towards the urinal and stood only two yards away. My eyes were frozen on the white enamel and my cock which I was trying to hide behind my undone trousers and my hand.I stayed like that for minutes, eventually I glanced over and saw that he was rubbing himself too. When I looked again his cock was in his hand and. I could, and have, spent a month in open space with no worries. A fighter however was light weight. It massed about half what my ore carrier weighed in at. That made it maneuverable as all get out. Where a fighter could and frequently did turn on the proverbial dime. My ‘Nome Adventurer’ required twice the space and time to get there.But fighters had limited legs. They sacrificed mass in the form of fuel capacity and cargo space. Fighters also had no O2 capacity. The pilots had to rely on what.