My ore carrier was large, bulky and basically a tow truck. It was also designed for long term independent flight. I could, and have, spent a month in ...open space with no worries. A fighter however was light weight. It massed about half what my ore carrier weighed in at. That made it maneuverable as all get out. Where a fighter could and frequently did turn on the proverbial dime. My ‘Nome Adventurer’ required twice the space and time to get there.But fighters had limited legs. They sacrificed. I returned to the lounge and Anna had put all her books away and was now sitting on the sofa, her dress was still partially undone and although I couldn’t see her panties I could see quite a way up her thighs, I handed her drink and sat down in my chair, she must have noticed my arousal but didn’t mention it.“So what do you want to be when you grow up Anna?” I asked her trying to make conversation while we waited for our food. She giggled and smiled, “My step-daddy thinks I will be a good. ”“It does look inviting. I’m sure Dessie will want to try it during our stay.”The men continued to get acquainted as they walked back to the castle to find their wives batting the birdie back and forth on a badminton court. Apparently, neither was trying to win, but rather, both seemed to be intent on keeping the birdie in the air.Dessie was usually an aggressive player who pushed him hard to keep up with her. It only took a few moments to realize that Glenda, too, would have been a fitting. He realizes this and undoes my seat belt and I find myself lifting my ass in the air so he can pull my shorts down. He pushes them all the way and lets them drop to my ankles. I said "we can't not here. It's a public road with houses" I know just the place" he said and then we drove off and went down a country lane and pulled over in a lay by. He stops the car undoes the seat belt. Mine is off already and i'm pulling my shorts all the way off. He leans over and kisses my cock through my panties.