I washed up at my pod. Soon it was dinner time, so I went down to the dining room. People were lined up on a buffet line, all without clothes of cou...se. I have to admit that some would look better with clothes on. Men with pot bellies and dangling penises; women with breasts that hung down onto bellies sagging from bearing children. But many with firm, trim bodies. I concentrated on them. I was seated at a table with 5 other people, two men and three women. All were nude. And all of the. Those places didn’t have any eye candy though, unless you were into bedraggled, rough bearded, beer-gut old men. Not to my tastes at all. ‘I’ll get that for you’ I said in a polite ‘come-on’ just as she was about to hand over the money to the slightly lecherous bartender. It was meant as a gesture of goodwill and an attempt to start my night right. I’m not a stunning fella, I might add, my bravado had nothing to do with looks, but just quiet confidence and a laid back attitude that generally. This is made worse by the fact I’m slightly enjoying the feeling of the back of my palm on her cheek, especially as my hand is also in front of my groin. The train movements result in my hand brushing repeatedly against my cock which is now started to respond and I feel it slowly harden. Feeling guilty and slightly embarrassed at what she may be thinking, I try to shift to move my hand down by my side and off her bottom but can’t. Feeling me fidget she then tries to shift position and I’m now. A couple of hours later, Jeff walked into the room to retrieve Little One, who remained on Matt's chest, Courtney's hand still touching the small alien. As Jeff put the Healer on his shoulder, That was a bit sneaky projecting calm to Courtney, but it seemed to work.As Little One flowed under his tee shirt, {{{ She was upset. Logically, I should try to calm her. }}}Jeff was beginning to think that the alien understood more from others than she admitted. Apparently he had projected his thoughts,.