" It is only a matter of what you get used to," the colonel remarked. "My home is on the surface of a planet rather than inside a hollow cylinder. It'... just as peculiar to live with your head under an artificial ceiling and with your feet facing outwards to the emptiness of outer space."They entered a circular pod whose doors slid open both vertically and horizontally. Inside were chairs, a low table and a holographic wall display that showed whatever the passengers might choose but which was. Vanessa stopped his hand from moving past her knees."I think we better stop," she said with no commitment in her voice."Why? You feel and smell so good," Ken responded."So, you like the way I feel?" she asked."Oh yes," he responded as the bulge in his jeans became harder."I imagine those jeans are becoming uncomfortable," Vanessa responded."A little," Ken admitted."Lose them," came the response from the brunette.Ken slowly removed his jeans and Vanessa was amazed at the sight of his erection. She releases me, my erection stands out, trembling and vulnerable, but I am glued, transfixed, to the spot. I feel my penis being squeezed, pressed from either side. I look down to see it safely nestled between Bella’s wonderful creamy breasts. I moan at the sight. She smiles up at me with eyes half-closed. I harden even more, which seems impossible, and Bella squeezes her tits around my imprisoned shaft, working it up and down until my mind is spinning and I am groaning in sheer ecstacy at. .that's right. I fuck the dick. It does not fuck me. I control every inch of that throbbing meat. Well, normally.I love the first lick. Swirling my tongue around the head slowly and thenending with a dip for the pre-cum. That first teasing taste of what's to gush down the back of my throat...or to cover my face. Depends on what he's in the mood for. I get so much pleasure from hearing a man's praises of my skills. Him telling me how hot my mouth feels, how fucking good it feels as he tries to.