While you were still French-kissing Alex, I let a hand slip under your sexy pink g-string and started rubbing your pussy. Feeling it, your hand lashed...back hitting my arm slightly and you screamed: ”Net!”Surprised, I stepped back, while Alex stopped kissing and pushed you back onto the bed. In a split second, he was kneeling over you, shoving his hard dick into your mouth, your sexy red lips opening eagerly. Apparently, you knew what you were doing, because after a minute or two, Alex started. She in a long gold sheaf dress, her hair arranged in a sophisticated style atop her head. They embraced at the door. I took a quick peek inside her mind, eager to see what she had planned for the evening.The Aphrodite-like image of her sexual avatar was all ready in control of her mind. I let the situation develop on its own, watching her give her date a long, deep French kiss. Going "upstairs" in her mind, I looked in on her recent memories. She had been more sexually aroused than normal,. I started getting a hardon.I slid out from under the covers, doing my best not to wake Vickie. I went into the bathroom, closed the door and slipped off my boxers.Among Vickie’s things on the vanity was a small bottle of baby oil. I sat down on the toilet seat, poured some oil on the tips of one finger, spread my legs and touched the oiled finger to my hole. A little shiver of pleasure shot through me.I spread the oil around and pushed the tip of my finger inside. It was uncomfortable at first,. . was. And it 'was' something bigger and beyond Dulcie, the rather lovely and loveable young woman. Richard, the skilled, analytical, doctor ... thought and pondered the conundrum that occupied his attention when not at work.It's necessary to know something about Richard Chesterman at this point. His upbringing instilled in him a moral structure that could have made him puritanical. He was honest and honourable to a fault; hard working – indeed, almost driven. Teetotal and abstemious. (The use.