We’d need to spend two days jumping around subspace until we got to a point that would drag us right to the solar system – and for those two days,...we had to figure out how to survive. There were five peeps in a yacht built for, at most, three. Moi, Princess Kira, P90, G282 and Cindi. Cindi, being no longer required to maintain the spelljammer bubble since we were in the only barely real realm of subspace, slept in the cockpit. P90 and G282 both didn’t need to snooze but also didn’t have privacy. She looked at her new toy and couldn't help but think that it looked a lot like Roger's. Same length, same girth, but probably not as hard. As she slid the dildo up and down her pussy lips she wondered where Roger was now. He had been a great fuck and she would probably be with him now if he hadn't been such an opinionated asshole. Roger wouldn't have let a little thing like a pregnancy stop him. Oh well, water under the bridge. She had the dildo about halfway inside her when the telephone. He realized he was wasting time. He took off hissneakers and socks. He quickly pulled the t-shirt over his head. Thejeans slid off and joined the t-shirt on the counter, next to the duffel.He quickly pulled down the briefs as well. His driving gloves joined therest of his clothing. Then he stepped back and gazed at his reflectiononce more.The slight hint of masculinity was diminished even further. What he sawcould barely be identified as a boy. His tanned face was still the same,but the skin of. At first, I gave her the space she needed, sometimes catching her just after she was crying, always trying to cheer her up. As the weeks went by, she was starting to get over the pain of her ending marriage. I surprised her with flowers and gifts and soon she was herself again. It took about four months and we were now hanging out together, going out and doing all kinds of stuff. It started to feel like we were almost dating as we were always together. As more time passed, we got more and more.