Tim had told me that he was not much of a dancer, but he moved me around the floor well enough. We rotated, dancing and listening to the old standards...the band played. We played a game in which we made up stories about the other people in the room. We laughed and were constantly touching each other, letting the electricity flow. He told me that I positively glowed and that it was all he could do to keep from taking me right then. Occasionally I was asked to dance by others, and Tim encouraged. 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 against 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. “No one else has ever read this. I trust you will be discrete about what you see in this scroll. I would like it back when you are finished with it.” “What is it?” Silmaria asked as she took the scroll in trembling hands. The simple parchment seemed heavy with significance and secrets. “You will see. It’s best you find out yourself.” He nodded, then cleared his throat, and there was that tense, uncomfortable charge in the air between them once more. “Thank you for stitching me up. You did well.. As I shaved she came out of the cubicle and standing totally naked before me she asked me whether she should shave too. Turning to look at her I asked what she meant, she replied by pulling at her pubic hair and looking down asked if she should shave her pubes, I stammered and said she should if she wanted to, she asked if I preferred a hairy or smooth pussy to which I replied smooth but that it wasn't my call. She said she had felt a bit self concious on the beach as most of the women she saw.