Layer after layer disappeared until she was standing in her shift, giving me an erection and making me move slightly to conceal my hard cock. "Why are you undressing?" I asked, moving uncomfortably as my pants became cramped. "I appreciate the view, of course, but we're not a clothing-optional planet." "Is this hovercraft fitted up to Union standards?" she said, looking irritated. "Yes." "Where's the bedroom?" I motioned to the far end of the ship, and she vanished. I wondered if she wanted me to follow her into the bedroom. But considering the look on her face, romance seemed the last thing on her mind. I thought it was safer to remain I was. Porter had taken us high into the air and was flying at a reckless speed. He was trying to get us to headquarters as quickly as possible. When Annalee returned, she looked quite different. She was wearing a pair of blue standard issue pants and a T-shirt. I had only seen clothing like that when I had left the planet on Underground business. The pants fit her perfectly.
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