He then reached forward and pulled my T-shirt over my head. I resumed my blow job and was immediately rewarded with another wad of pre-cum. I managed ...o undo the belt of my jeans and pulled out my dick which was rock hard and wanked myself off as I continued with my sucking.After a few more minutes of this he reached over and pulled me to my feet. He then pulled my jeans and boxers down to my feet, spun me round and pushed me belly down over the tree. Spreading my legs as far as the jeans would. "Sorry." What was I doing? I was dumbfounded. I was told about people like this that came to motels to get down and dirty but I never really believed it. I soon enough realised that Sharon had known what was going on in here, which is why she sent me over."How can I help you?" I finally asked after a moments thinking."I think you know what she needs." said blonde man.The growing member in my pants knew what she needed even if I was still flabbergasted. "Well get it out" said Sue.That was all it. That was a problem yet to be solved. The disadvantage of Jim’s crew having a vehicle was that they would immediately become obvious to anyone who happened to glimpse them. That was a question that only Jim could decide.It occurred to Jane that the fuel problem could be solved by hooking up a transporter so that fuel could be delivered from headquarters directly into the vehicle’s fuel tank. That would mean that the vehicle would always have fuel whenever it was needed. Jim relayed Jane’s idea. The process and purpose involves quite a bit of jargon, and not every person aboard BRS108 is a scientific authority. The inhospitable planet provides an amicable work environment, as there's no claimed territory below to fret over the orbit of free-floating bodies, and only public intergalactic law is of concern. Like outer space, the interior of the current room is dark. Even after a few moments, it still appears dark, but enough outlines can be divulged to indicate the room is relatively.