Her hands were shaking, mostly from fear I guessed. I patted her on the head and whispered. "It will be alright honey, just do what he tells you."Bris...ol laughed again, "Yea it will be just fine honey, now get down on your knees and take off your mom's skirt."Jesse dropped onto her knees and then with trembling hands reached up and unzipped my skirt and slid it over my hips and down my legs until it puddled at my feet. I lifted each of my feet and she took off my skirt and carefully folded it. Lauren took in her surroundings, wondering what she'd gotten herself into. She saw she was not alone as a man rose from the bunk. "Who are you, another inmate here for the study?" Yes, you might say that," the stranger said as he walked towards her. "My, aren't you pretty." He added when he got close. She sensed him undressing her with his eyes. Typical, just like all the guards back in prison."Hey! Doctor! I want my own room, I ain't bunking with no guy," Lauren said, but as she turned to. As soon as my final shot of sperm jerked violently from the head of my cock, my other senses seemed to take on a new level of awareness. The beach outside was loud as the surf crashed rhythmically; the woodpeckers behind the cabin were loud in their work; even the wind seemed to serenade this moment. And the smells: the scent of the beach, the faint odour from the dust and dirt of a thousand people that had travelled through this room, even the distant smell of grandmother's vanilla. I stopped dead in my tracks. ‘I must be naïve as all get out’ I thought, ‘Nobody addresses me like that unless there is some affection.’ At least that’s what I thought. I just turned 31. I sure didn’t feel or even behave like I was in my 30’s but what’s a person supposed to behave like anyways that’s in their thirties? The point is if she does have some affection for me, was I missing something there? ‘I just care about people David. I care about a select few, such as you. That’s all, just you,.