Jo bears you a child, a gangly black haired girl. You veto Jo's name choice and unilaterally decide to name her Julie.
One day you are relaxing in your room with Jo bobbing her head on your cock when an alarm goes off. Jo just keeps on sucking. You have to pull her head off to get her to stop.
“What happened?” she asks.
“I don't know. Find the Julie and take her to the lounge. I'm going to look for .”
You hunt around for a few minutes but can't find . You head back to the lounge to find Jo looking a bit nervous. Julie looks agitated.
“ said she was going to the bridge” Julie says. You give her a reassuring smile before heading after .
As you ride the elevator up you think about what could be wrong. If is in the bridge it's probably serious. You might have to colonize the planet sooner than expected.
At you near the top you feel your stomach lurch. With a bang the elevator settles into position and you sail gently through the room. {LAST_ NAME} explained why the gravity doesn't work up here but you still find it a bit odd. She is sure it is designed that way and just laughs at you when you question her about it.
A quick bounce off the wall sends you sailing into the bridge.
As you sail into the bridge you get a nice view of 's backside. She always looks attractive but to see her in the bridge is a special treat. Today she is wearing some form fitting jeans and a white tank top. You drink in her luscious curves. She is floating in the middle of the bridge like an angel, her breasts jutting out. You let your eyes slide down the flair of her ass. It's sticking up as if on display.
“What's happening ?” you say as you grapple the terminal next to her. “What's going on?”
She is silent for a moment as she taps on the terminal.
“I... I think we might have visitors,” she finally says, still typing away, “I'm going to hail them.”
“Really? Shouldn't we see what they do? We don't know who they are.”
“Well, I guess we could wait. But once they start leaving I won't have time to hail them. I think we should say 'hello' now if you want to at all. What are the chances anyone would stumble on us out here? I think we might finally be rescued.”
looks at you intently. It's clear she'll go along with whatever you decide to do. |