I couldn't quite work up the energy to move. Nancy was feeding us fruit and our 4 naked bodies lay together. “You were right Nelly, I do like him.�...� I looked down at my wilted cock. I couldn't really think straight. I sensed that something was happening, more than actually feeling it. I looked at Nelly's hand lightly stroking my cock and balls. Kelly leaned in and kissed me. She held my hand and lifted it to her amazing breast. I soon found her nipple. Nancy was toying with my chest, nibbling on. Fortunately she didn’t ask me why.We were in the car when Joan tried the call again. “Voice mail,” she said.Since our next move depended on that image cleanup, we had a leisurely breakfast. It took a moment to realize Joan hadn’t even asked where we should go for breakfast. She just drove out to the crossroads diner. I enjoyed the food, but I hoped she hadn’t done it just for me. You know trying to play nice, due to feeling of guilt.The call came in while we were eating the last of our. This visit had not been as easy as she had expected. All systems were working the ship was already repairing itself. Power was stable. Time to finally go.The two women, the sarge and the approaching troops all felt the same pulse of power as if the air had been compressed a million times then allowed to spring back in a micro second. Behind the ship the view seemed to distort as if the fabric of time was been compressed, the green glowing saucer shooting forward like out of its own rail. Yet, here I was sucking a much younger black guy's big hard cock, my own cock equally hard, although much smaller, and inexplicably finding it oddly natural and extremely arousing."Oh yeah, Mr. white faggot, take more of me into that cock sucking mouth of yours," he ordered, as I was only taking a third of his cock in and out of my mouth... my cock flinching in my pants as he called me faggot and cock sucker, and reminded me of my whiteness.And I obeyed, trying to please him, trying to take.