On slow dances when we put our arms over the guys shoulders and we knew our dresses were being pulled up and our asses were visible to anyone who was...watching. Another exciting thing for me. Look what you can't have. And of course we opened our legs whenever we were sitting to add to the excitement. We changed partners and danced with everyone in our group. Around midnight a group of locals came over to out table and asked us to dance. The guys didn't hesitate, and they said sure these cunts. "How you doing?" I asked.For once she was almost completely dressed."A lot better now thank you," she said.Her voiced sounded brighter anyway."Will you look at that," I said pointing out a system off on the port quarter.Even travelling at warp five we had plenty of time to study the colourful rings around a nearby gas giant."You know," I said. "I don't want anything more than I have right now. What's that famous quote? A stout ship and a star to steer her by." I'm not sure I've heard of that. I righted myself, and still a little dazed I saw my hand and quickly removed it. I looked her in the eyes. "Sorry," I whimpered, thinking I was about to get an ear full. A hint of sadness crept over her face and voice "Don't be, it’s been too long since anyone has properly touched them.” She took my hand and with a smile whispered, “You can do it again, if you’d like.” My hand froze centimetres from the dress covered boobs of my best friend's mother. "But you're Luke's mum! I mean it’s. My small hands encased in the satin black gloves looked amazingly feminine, but not nearly as girlish as my face. My blue eyes were accentuated by Kristin's masterful make-up work. My cheeks looked delicate and lovely thank to her foundation and blush, and my lips looked incredibly kissable in the bright red lipstick. I don't know how Kristin did it with that hair, but the extension, which matched my natural dark brown color, sat elegantly in a swirling mass in the top of my head, tucked behind.