The darkness in the window gave way as the opacity of the window decreased and soon Pyotr could see sunlight and an atmosphere.Then it dawned on him t...at he was standing up and that up was up and down was down; he was standing in gravity – duh. Whatever illusions he had of hero adventure and the like dissipated in an instant. He was still Kaminitzky AC-05 and now he was on a strange planet after a dreadful trip on a spaceship’s lifeboat. Accountants did not slay dragons and bed winsome. He seemed toenter me for an age before he slowly pulled back, and I began tofeel his full length stroking me inside and out. In moments eachthrust was beginning before the last ended, piling pleasurablestrokes on top of each other, and I could barely take a breath.Then he stopped and left me empty and gaping, and I growled indespair."You're addicted, aren't you, sweets? Now turn over and get thatass in the air!" I knelt on the bed, my head low to rest mybreasts on the sheets, and he climbed on. My meal was 75% off. We ate, and generally kept quiet, then she asked: "So, how long do you have?" About 10 months".She promised she would be a good wife, no matter for how long. I ran to the bathroom and cried. I was so depressed. I almost killed myself, but she knocked. "Michael, what are you doing?" Washing my hands," I replied, then she left. I met her back at the table. The waiter came with the check and she said she'd pay for her meal and 25% of mine. I protested, but she insisted. We. She stared in awe at its drooling head and veiny length, stroking it delicately, as gingerly as she most likely touched herself.I kept my eyes on her. She crouched down and reached up the legs of her shorts. The crumpled waist of her panties came down around her ankles, firstly off one and then the other as she stood. She held the garment out for me to see. They were certainly not normal fare except the fact that she wasn't an American. They looked like lingerie, something a girl would wear to.