He rolled over and kicked out blindly as Daphne tugged at his trousers and underwear. The bed rocked and swayed with violent motion as he struggled be...eath her.His trousers came away and with them Daphne. Naked now, John crawled across the wildly pitching surface of the bed. He reached out with a hand, found the hard rim of the bed, started to pull himself towards it.A warm weight settled on his back. Daphne lay on top of him, her soft breasts squashed against his back. John stopped. First Peter, rolling them so he was on top with Dave at the bottom of the pile, sped up his thrusts until he climaxed, paused, then withdrew allowing Dave to roll Jill over so he was on top and able to pound her vigorously before he too reached his climax.They lay there, panting, slowly recovering until Dave said "I think it's time I went to my bed and left you two alone for the night." No" Peter said quickly "this is your last night together. I've got the rest of my life with Jill, at least I. When I glance over at Ron, though, she’s crumpled onto the floor and is hugging herself in the fetal position. I rush to her side. ‘Are you ok?’ I don’t see a drop of sweat on her, and I worry that she has some sort of medical condition that the Company doctors missed. She might be broiling alive in her own skin. I put the back of my fingers to her cheek to see if she feels hotter than I do, and I almost yelp when they make contact with her skin. She’s as cold as an ice cube! Her eyes snap open. We went in and sat down. We ordered and were in public on a date for the first time. We had gone to fast food places or just shopping before together, but not for a meal like that. “Well this is nice,” I said. “I think so too. But you are still ordering the sirloin though. You never graduated to the well done steaks,” Jeff replied. “Bleep you,” I said. “You are lucky I love you,” Jeff replied. “I know. I love you too. But I gotta say, it was rather kinky to have sex on the table. Of course not.