Maybe". She says that "as far as I know no one's ever gotten pregnant in space, and that's maybe because coca-cola really-works up there where the fiz... is weightless". She adds that some fish breed by turning inside-out, that space-aliens breed with just about anything including toasters, and that "sometimes in Germany and Japan it takes a whole roomful of guys and lots of saucers, cups, bowls and gallon-sized stainless-steel pitchers to get a girl finally-going. she adds that black-guys seem. . No deaths, so far... No deaths..." Her last words were a low mumble, inaudible to anyone more than a few steps away, and her head returned to its position against his knee."All right. No more jumps. Tell the crew... No more jumps. We lost 'em... , or else, we didn't. No! More! Jumps! Not for a while, anyway. Give the crew twenty five minutes to recover, then sound Yellow Alert. Twenty five minutes, that's the soonest their ships could show up. After that, they can rest at their battle. “No” said Sarah, “we would rather you tended to our asses.” “Well, that first” said Joan “And we will see what might develop later”. “All right” said John, delighted with what seemed to be developing. “Have you any cold cream?” “Yes” said Sarah, going into her room and coming out with a jar. “Right” he said, “Bend over the couch both of you”. They did so and he slowly rubbed the cream into their red and sore butts. After some 15 minutes of this he asked how. Also facing him increased my excitement. I was setting the rhythm now and I started moving fast up and down his cock. My arms were around his neck when I started to kiss him passionately. The minute I did that I got scared that he will stop and ask me to leave, my previous experience you see. He didn’t! I was not getting fucked hard while kissing him. I felt his hand on my cock, he started to jerk me and immediately I came again. This time on his belly. “Don’t worry sweetie”, I said, “I will.