“I’ve changed a lot. If you did know me, you wouldn’t remember. Oh, this song is one of my favorites,” she said, changing the subject. “Let�...�s dance.”Three songs later, we were slightly out of breath, when another slow song started. This time, Bobbie moved much closer to me as the music started. Her body was pressed against mine from hips to breasts. Her head was touching mine, her chin resting lightly on my shoulder. As she moved, she brushed back and forth across my body.I could feel myself. It reminds me ofthe airplane I was once in, but this doesn't seem like an airplane.There aren't any wings.Only as the last panel welds an airtight seal behind me does the waterbegin to drain from whatever mechanism I've found myself in. It'slarge, big enough for me to stand in and walk around. I go to the back,inspecting the walls along the way. Nice, sturdy, ship-shape. Am I ina ship?By the time I turn back around, a window and a set of controls hasformed itself towards the front of the. It’s then I realize that my petticoat is not only hold my skirt out and making it looking good, but it helps it defy gravity, I’ve been exposing my seamed stocking right up to the garters every time I lean over to play. I blush.“You’re quite the player”, comes a voice behind me. I turn around, and there in front of me is a wonderful sight, “Hi, I’m Adam” he says. Adam is a handsome, tall, fairly well-built black guy, with short hair and an amazing smile. “Hi Adam, I’m Cindy, and this is Roxy” I. Those gems of black shimmering buttocks mesmerised me completely as I sunk down onto the washing basket with a huge erection in my grip. The pitch-black crotch was cleanly waxed, and all that was visible was a pink nub protruding boldly from a narrow slit, like scanning the surrounds for excitement. Oh - so cute! The ebony slave girl kept on talking about her former master, about how useless he was to ever extinguish her fire, and how hopeless he was to even to make her woman! After that a.