I am still on my side. The professor lies on his side behind me. He lifts my top leg up and slides his top leg between my legs. He slaps his cock a...ainst mine before sliding it up my ass. He thrusts for at least 5 minutes. With his cock still in me we roll as one so I am lying on my stomach. The professor thrusts while keeping his stomach on my back. After another five or so minutes of slow thrusting the professor starts to thrust faster, groans “I’m cumming”, and has an orgasmic spasm. I was also told I needed to select a guest as soon as possible and get them cleared too. I had 24 hours to select someone. I went running into the living room screaming to my parents. They wouldn’t believe it at first. I had to show them the contest and e-mails on my computer to convince them. It got a little ugly, for awhile, about who my guest was going to be. You can hear it now can’t you? “As long as you live in my house, as long as I am paying for your college, and the ever popular, you. We tied the horses to the stumps. Lightfoot was kept a bit far away so that he wouldn’t interfere with our stunt. Now, Whisper needed to be aroused in the right way so that he could be ready for the act. I started stripping in front of him. So did Smita. Off came our tops and skirts. There we stood in our under-clothes. I went close to Whisper and put his nose between my breasts so that he could smell my fragrance. I unhooked my bra and let my breasts go free in front of him. Smita took a jar. Here I thought I'd whip up a quick Caprese and linguini. This was going to be work. I took advantage of having Bill and Crystal available to clarify what items were and how they'd go about preparing certain items. Then I started organizing everything I'd need, checking each recipe against the ingredients on the table and in the cooler. They even included a spice rack with the spices that were called for in the recipes."Crystal, there's no bacon in the cooler." Nicely done, Brian," she answered..