I say everyone was relaxed. There was one who looked anything but. When I went to return some of what I had gained from the bar in the gentleman’s w...shroom, the worried one followed me. He was a muscular young man with a handsome face and a shock of red hair. We stood at the stalls side by side. ‘Allan,’ he said, looking straight ahead. ‘Yes?’ I answered in like manner. ‘I’m Tim.’ ‘Oh. Pleased to meet you. ‘ ‘That it?’ ‘Yes. I’d shake you hand, but I’ve got my hands full at the moment,’ I gave. His hands. His mouth. With trembling fingers I gather up my skirt and reach my hand under the hem. "Your panties," he says softly, "what color are they?" "Who says I'm wearing panties?" I whisper back. His hands stop for a moment on my breasts."No panties? Yum." "Well, I am wearing them right now. They're violet, by the way, but in one more minute they're going to be off." I lift off from the seat and tug my panties off. I brush his mouth and then his fingers with them and drop them into his. Stability meant that sitting around and creating a few kinds of biochemicals and squirting out nitrogen was all that the lifeforms on Charon had needed to do.That was, until humans had come.The first colonists had been renegades, separate from the United Human Polities. They had fled after the catastrophic ending of the Meme War, their original ideologies ripped apart in a haze of autophagic basilisk hacks and self replicating data destroying semi-sentient warprograms. They had arrived with a. I wasn’t getting anywhere with the bedframe, so I went to the window—not right up to it because I didn’t want them to see me, but back aways, where I could watch them. I was just wearing athletic shorts—not even any underwear. When I got comfortable here, I wouldn’t be wearing that much in the house. I liked to feel sexy and I still had the body for it.I let one of my hands rub across my chest and the other one rest on my belly at the waistband of the shorts. I still had a flat belly, with a.