Why won't they listen? Why won't they even acknowledge that I'm talking to them? I'm beginning to feel desperate. I run from one person to the next, b...t it's like I'm not even really there. I can touch them, grab them, but they just shake me off and continue on their way. Desperation is turning to panic. Fuzz needs help. I need to get him help. I hear a flirty giggle and turn. Cassie is hanging onto Brendan, who is sucking her neck like he's a vampire. I can already see a half dozen dark love. “Your tits look young and firm. I have been looking forward for such boobs to cup them and press them.” My hands fell straight on her breasts. My grip was hard and her melons were getting crushed in my lusty squeezes. My eyes were absorbing the half naked image of her. My head rested on each of her breasts with my lips moving from one to the other. Her nipples were getting teased brushing against my rough, male skin. My long fingers trailed the shape of her breasts and began circling around her. The door opened, and Estrellita stuck her head in.“They’re going with your suggestion, Doctor. Donna said to tell you ‘thank you’.”A tightness in her chest eased, a tightness she hadn’t known was there.“Thank you, ‘Llita. Give them my thanks.”“Certainly, Doctor.”The door closed, the cabin returned to darkness.They were ... carrying adult responsibilities and doing the best they could, showing restraint when possible, but realizing sometimes that wasn’t possible ... not in the realpolitik of. I snatched my hand out of my panties, but my nightgown remained bunched, only slowly dropping back into place. To cover myself, I made the excuse of the headboard noise -- but of course, that had stopped ten minutes before. Jack flopped over and sat up, exposed; he was teasing me deliberately, I believed -- and it worked, since I could not draw my eyes away from his erection. Feigning calm, I said, "That was some exhibition you two put on."Jack acted nonchalant, claiming that the plan had been.