The metallic hull material was bare in places, exposed pipes and electrical cables snaking across the walls, the deck made from textured sheet metal. ...t was an industrial design, the Courser was a precision machine engineered to perform its functions as efficiently as possible with little concern spared for the comfort of its crew.The two walls were lined with a dozen crash couches where the passengers would sit during a jump, the spaces between them occupied by equipment racks. They were. He then whispered, "Do you think you could do something for me?"I asked, "Do you want something to drink?" No, I want you to relieve me," he said with a whisper again. I gave him a puzzled look, but was starting to get the idea as he started to unzip his pants.I told him, "I can't do that, we're guys."He said, "Come on, no one will know and I think you are really sexy and your lips make me so hot." He pulled his pants and underwear completely off and pulled his tank top off as well. Soon I was. A week passed by and I was literally getting frustrated with occasional fingering and some virtual stuffs over cam or phone sex. But that never helped my appetite for raunchy hunger for raw sex. Slowly my mind started waiving off my bf and started exploring some naughty stuffs online and stories of kinky sex on the internet. I made up my mind to do whatever I wanted to satiate my hunger for sex and look for it from all the available sources till my bf returns back.I started exploring some safe. His wife jumped on the bed, rapidly ripped off her bottoms and masturbated furiously with both hands all over the place, in a state of obvious ecstasy. Dad returned her favor, imagining in his head he was Sierra, going down on Ashley.Then he is Ashley, going down on Sierra. He wondered which girl his wife was pretending she was, as his cock already began growing again, preparing to give her the greatest fucking she had had in quite some time. Work the following day was the usual mundane.