Her head turned and her lips pressed into my palm. I groaned, my dick throbbing in the valley of her breasts. The precum leaked out of me. Her nipples...caressed my stomach, massaging me while those silky tits pressed around my shaft. My toes curled. Her fingers dug into her tits as she loved me.The pleasure rippled down my shaft. It flowed through me. The soft and pillowy caress of her tits massaged the tip of my dick. The bliss surged down my shaft. My cock throbbed between her lush boobs.My. ”“Then I can see you naked?”“Yes.” We both knew I didn't mean right this second. “How far is it ok to touch you then?”“I'm...not...oh I'm such a bitch about this.” She actually looked a little upset.“It's all right I said.”“Not that I....we can't....” she bit her lip. “We can't ever touch my naked pussy in any way.” she said in a rush. “Through the panties or my clothes yes. If you masturbate me. But I have to stay covered...or it's just...” she let her sentence trail off.“I can't let that. .." she admitted.Pete escorted her into the small cafe, selecting a booth near the back. They were joined in a few moments by Jeff, the driver of the truck she was riding in and the two drivers from the second truck. Jeff introduced them as Matt and Brad.It was a congenial lunch, the men joking boisterously, and including her in their conversation, making her feel a part of their group as they touched on various subjects.Charity was feeling completely at ease with the four men; not once had. The first mission would be to the same area where the Boreleans had been discovered, for lack of a better idea. If nothing was found there, we would continue on to Boreal. A planet that already had infrastructure and habitation should not be wasted. The natives might not be ready to return, but there were others that were eager to investigate.Not only was it ready-made, but the Borelean ships were all there. Our fleet could be doubled overnight. Even though they were not a particularly warlike.