“You are?” I heard her ask with a giggle. She had been talking to me for a few minutes, and I had tuned out completely. I was staring at her tits....��Tits!” I shouted the first word that came to mind.“What an interesting name,” Ms. Perkins smiled and leaned in close to offer me her hand.“No, uh, I am Adam! Adam Goldberg!” I said as I offered her my hand.“Oh! The Chronic masturbator,” Katie’s hand receded like a low tide going back to sea, and she looked a little nervous about being touched by me.. This time, they were face-to-face, their bodies merged with his hands cupping her supple ass on bare ass flesh, pulling their crotches tight. All the fight went out of Alice though she knew all the kids were at the end of the hall, watching. John put Alice's back to the wall to offer a profile shot as he rucked up her skirt and worked her panties down. Alice fought hard to stop the exposure but gave up with her skirt up around her waist and her panties at her knees. She didn't fight the upper. Oh, well, it was not intrinsically important, so I didn't worry too much about it.My immediate problems centered around whether to stay in our current location or to move on. The Olgars were basically a nomadic people, and the men, at least, tended to get kind of fractious if they were forced to stay in one place very long. I suspected that to be a spin off of their warrior culture—they needed new enemies to fight. On the other hand, I was sure that the women would be very happy to settle down. “Hi, Dan. Who’s your new female friend, buddy?” Helen could almost feel his eyes as they traced her figure from shoulder to knees; she knew he could see where Dan’s hand was on her left thigh.“Les, haven’t seen you for a couple of weeks. This is Helen, and this is her first time here,” Dan said, his left hand now firmly playing with her thigh at the juncture of the little skirt and the nylons, and quite obvious to the gaze of Les. Helen was not quite sure what to do; a true and proper lady.