“I’ve had dinner already and I’d enjoy you for dessert.” Once again he followed her upstairs only this time he undressed as quickly as she did... Instead of getting on her back on the bed, she got on all fours, presenting a pink and creamy pussy for his easy entry. He slid balls deep into a silky texture that, a few moments later, he recognized as being how she felt the second time they had fucked. Had she already been laid before she came home? Could he even ask that? No matter, he was in there. First Pink Floyd and Dylan, then Spandau Ballet and, God forbid, disco. They argued about music then, but in a nice way. He moaned and complained like an old man about the songs she liked and she mocked the deep meanings of the lyrics he had always valued so much, saying things like, ‘I can’t wait to tell my patients that they should shine like a crazy diamond.’She asked him about nightlife in his hometown then. Did he and his friends have any nice bars or clubs to go to? He said he didn’t like. Kelly, I’ll walk you to the car and you can tell me about the reading assignments I missed.’ He saw her eyes widen for a brief second, and she responded, ‘Don’t worry Alan, you can make those up anytime.’ Alan approached her and said, still in a voice audible to the room, ‘OK, thanks Ms. Kelly.’ He paused for a second. ‘I’ll walk you to your car anyway.’ Alan’s dad watched them leave together, and he nodded his head in approval. ‘We’ve raised such a little gentleman,’ he commented to his wife,. "He hasn't figured out how to handle nude people all over the place. For all his rowdy youth, Rummy's a very conventional sort. He's quite at sea, and I must say, aroused as hell. And you can be sure I'm enjoying that." She grinned up at Helen. "And seeing you in the altogether has got his balls in an uproar, too." She chuckled deep in her chest. "Not that I mind, you understand," she continued cryptically. "But don't worry, Helen, he just needs to get acclimated." I hope so," Helen said and.