Fine. If she couldn't get her mind out of the gutter, she was going to go back to her room, throw on some clothes, and get ready for breakfast. At lea...t she had a quiet day ahead of her. Just a quick meeting with Professor Salinger about her writing assignment, and Allison was done for the day. Thinking she'd have time to squeeze some reading in, Allison made sure Kaija wasn't watching her, and then she put the romance novel back into her backpack. After her hot dream from the night before, she. She felt Christy play with the ties that held her pajama pants up, tugging upon them with her teeth, slipping her tongue under the waistband to play with Bria's skin.Every movement sent a shock of pleasure through Bria that had her head falling back upon the pillow, her hands tangling in Christy's curly red tresses. She couldn't even protest when the ties came undone and the loose fitting pajama pants slid down her long legs, swept with a careless hand to the floor. Her panties quickly. He shrank back in his chair.“What I wanted to know, Rebecca, was the subject of your thesis. It is in Sociology, is it not?”“Yes, sir.” Doc’s glance at Wesley had cowed Rebecca a bit as well. “The subject is the Coexistence of Matriarchal Thealogy and Patriarchal Theocracy in Western Societies.”“Goddess worship,” muttered Wesley low enough not to draw a reprimand from Doc.“Have you explored the origins of this coexistence? You know, total matriarchy versus total patriarchy? The primitive versus. 'Please...' I slid deep into her again and her body reacted immediately. I felt her leg quiver as she struggled to keep it wrapped around me and her back arched, thrusting her hips down onto my length. She reached above her head to grip the table edge and steady herself. I followed the line of her body with my longing gaze. Her eyes were closed now, her thoughts lost in the carnal pleasure she was receiving. My eyes trailed up to my office door. It was open. In the doorway stood Karl. He was.