Xavier’s eyes were connected Regina felt something stirring between her legs. Regina looked down in-between her legs and noticed her seat was a litt...le wet. She rubbed her thighs together hoping that it would make the feeling go away, but it would not go away, if anything it pushed her on to do more. Mr. Xavier looked back down and Regina tried to continue to her test, although her free hand had found its way to her leg and slowly pushed her own skirt up. She felt her wet panties and tried to. So, I quickly mount the table and cover myself with the sheet. It’s warm! No, not the sheet. Well, the sheet’s warm, too, but I’m referring to the table itself. It must be heated, although I noticed no cords or controls. Damn, it feels wonderful. I lay back and stretch the sheet from toes to shoulders. It’s light weight and clings to my curves, making me feel somewhat like a topographic map. I notice the ceiling for the first time. Just the standard drop tile, but someone’s painted it a deep. He was expanding inside me. I rolled my hips backtowards him best I could. But I could not match hispace, and suddenly as his forepaws shifted I knew hewas close. He exploded inside me, flooding my vagina. And I camewith him, squeezing his cock still in me. When he wasfinished he slipped out of me, licked me a few goodtimes, and went for a drink of water. It wasn’t long before he was back, and ready for more.He mounted me again, and this time I was a sweaty mess.As he fucked me now, warm. Got to their house and was invited in. We hadplanned to go to dinner after we had had a couple ofdrinks. My lustful thoughts were uncontrollable when Isaw that she was wearing a blouse with no bra under itand that the skirt was a split, wrap-around whichended about 2-inches above her knees. After a couple of sips on my drink, I asked her tocome to where I was sitting. She stood before me, andI looked into her eyes for a very long minute. Then,she reached to the edges of the skirt and opened.