Historians seem to use it more often with men to men, but not exclusively.”“Let’s rephrase that is that I want you to fuck my mouth, although if...you find something gentler is fun, we’ll do whatever works best for you.“We’ll undress you, and take you in the bathroom for some sensual washing over the bidet. Speaking of undressing...” She stood in front of me and slipped out of her jacket, pointing at her skirt. “You go next. Gerri will help.” Gerri moved, quite gracefully, to put fingers on the. I made some suggestions from time to time, we all did, but suit development got turned over to a research focus group with nothing else to do. I think that it was run by one of the few NASA people we had. He, at least, knew something about spacesuits!We knew that what we had come up with needed more work, but we had the bare minimum for what we needed right then which was a way to keep us from all dying when something went wrong. Of course the aliens and their AIs knew all about spacesuits;. I only nodded. ‘You will do fine. Better than fine.’ I smiled and kissed his cheek. ‘You gonna sing with us tonight?’ He teased. ‘Good Lord, no.’ I replied. ‘I don’t do that thunderous uproar of noise you call music’ I said and we laughed. ‘Right, Princess, only the classics.’ We laughed and I kissed him again and wished him luck. Dan was a great guy and I knew he and his band, the Cryshal Tierath would do fine. I headed back to my group, noticing Dan was still with Shelley, and Katy was trying. Despair of what — shame? Maybe, but surely not the familiar shame of exposing her secret darkness to the world; not the shallow fear of being finally exposed as the total slut she knew she was. In one day she had walked the streets naked, chained to a dog, and given blowjobs in a park, for God's sake ≠— so why break down while masturbating in the Club? Everybody fucked and sucked and masturbated there — or at least everybody knew everybody did it. So why this — failure? This feeling as if.