Dr. White's hands then went to my sides; he hooked his fingers into the waistbands of my jeans and white, cotton, briefs, getting a firm grip. "Raise ...p" he said coldly, not a request but an order. I arched my bottom up off the table, at the same time looking down at my crotch to watch him expose me. Then with one swift motion, Dr. White pulled my jeans and underwear down onto my tan thighs, as he did, my soft, young cock popped out, falling back onto my pubic mound. I placed my butt back on. Tossing this aside, I began to nibble on her nipples, inflamed and erect. Alice supported herself with her arms on the sides of the lounger as she rocked above me, and we came together, just minutes after our last orgasms.Ted didn’t come up until late that night, after the eleven o’clock news. That first night was just another mad orgy, everybody naked in the huge living room overlooking the shore. Finally, as we tired, two by two, couples retired to the bedrooms on the second floor. The rule. Mother and thigh, as it were. Conceits abounding. The fertile pasture, damp, yielding. Generous and finding strength. Persevering pleasure. Thigh to thigh, gave penetration, strong and arousing. Belly to belly. Belly to thigh. Fertilising seeds in the receptive field. Mouth to thigh, on rigid ideas, wind and wood. The pasture opened to a gorge, north to east. Ear and foot, was indeed her liberation, Kinghorn’s tip really was glistening. He was quite aroused. She sat back in her computer chair. " He swiped the lock and held the door open for me. "Please, come in."It struck her as strange that he could be so friendly and polite until the sex happened, then he changed utterly, but there was something about the immaculately balanced duality that was both obscene and hypnotic.The room was exactly as it had been before, a kind of sitting room affair with a pair of sofas, a desk with a laptop on it, a built-in entertainment cupboard with a wide-screen television in the middle, all done in.