Long enough.

As they began their descent into the Freezone outside of New Atlanta, careful to not cross the sovereign airspace of the country that extended three miles up, the aerogel beds released their naked inhabitants. As they did both the QuoS-Dahls were orgasming uncontrollably. So much so that Kevin actually drained his testicles of every drip of sperm and was cumming clear for 3 minutes while the gel receded away from his body. As he woke from the VR world, Kevin reached his hand to his throat that was sore and his cock that was going flaccid.

"Hey honey, give me that...." Madison growled almost as she quickly slipped into her pleaser heels and dashed to her husband's cock for comfort. "Oh, what happened? Was it that good, that it drained the undrainable? Well, why don't you put some clothes on so you don't do any more damage or something and hold on a sec." Madison walked back to where she had some medications stashed in a drawer up front. She grabbed two off beige pills. "Here, this will get testosterone flowing in no time."

"I'd get changed, but you and I arrived naked and our clothes are locked away in cargo." He replied defeatedly "Its freezing cold out there."

"Don't worry, I keep exercise clothes on board in a small cubbie including a pair of shoes. I've got something that should fit mostly. You should wear the panties as well for warmth. Its a little top heavy of course, but you're smart, find a way to fill it up and make it look good. That's my style you're repping out there. If you find some makeup and a wig, complete the look, you'll look better than most woman alright? Lol. I'm going to talk to the pilots while you get dressed. Im going to go make sure they're taken care of, that drop would've had me on my knees worshipping those guys screaming gods name"

Kevin shook his head and found the small cubby with a complete "workout" outfit inside. He peaked in the locker over and shook his head. A neon pink wig, full makeup kit including press on nails and falsies, and a full female bodyshaping bodysuit made of synthskin including full electrode sensor hooks, these tiny wire thin hooks that embed themselves in the skin so you'll feel every touch and tickle, they also stretch, shrink, stimulate , move, melt and set a variety of changes when combined with a couple of "medications". The crotchless suit with a compression mask with about 10000 sensor hooks, came to the user in clear and with 100s of 1000s of unseen melanin producing LEDs, the user was never without the perfect tan or in Atlanta alabaster skin. Fuck, damn Mills and his advanced tech kinks. He grabbed into the clothes cubby