Xavier had thought their first orgasm was impressive, complimenting himself on his quick learning and skilled tongue.  But as Robin's nearly nude body spasmed atop of him, milking every last drop of cum with her gyrations along his length, he knew he had taken them to the next level.  He struggled to keep control of them and the sight of their well toned muscles writhing above him was something else.  He released them and appreciated the clean up of his case.  He felt that moment where he should kiss them but chickened out at the last minute, their mouth obviously full of his thick seed.  He felt a little bad about that but was distracted as they worked their way down his neck and chest.  Robin was beautiful in such an unconventional way, but that made them no less attractive.  Abigail was and had always been a beauty of the classic variety, and in a way, appreciating Robin's features didn't diminish Abi's and his mind quickly pictured the two of them together with him.  It was a silly fantasy, he knew, but the idea was very appealing.  But all other thoughts scattered as their lips and tongue cleaned his cock and balls.<br/><br/>It wasn't quite enough to get him hard again but he had no doubt they could if they were determined.  He almost asked, but remembered he was supposed to not expect reciprocity for the pleasure he gave them, or Abigail.  Besides, they were a fraction of his age, they might well kill him if he tried to keep up.  He smiled contently as Robin made it to the driver's seat, admiring how nimble and flexible they were.  He pulled his pants back up and closed them, leaning to one side to watch Robin as they casually lit a cigarette.  Xavier wasn't about to lecture or forbid it, he was very much a contented man for the moment.  "Yea, I got no words for that."<br/><br/>"Do you want a shower or a drink or anything before I take you back to school, unless..."  He thought about inviting them to stay the night, he hadn't slept alone for the longest time.  But he had to remember that this was a means to an end, or so he thought.  His goal was to get Abigail back and as of yet he couldn't conceive of a situation were she and they were both in his life, especially not sexually.  "Do you think I'm ready, ready for Abi?"  He asked, feeling something like a heel for talking about his love with his one time lover.<br/><br/>On the ride back to the school, he asked them ideas about where to take Abi.  He later called the mayor and arranged to take the next week off.  He had to focus and barring some sort of criminal storm in the unlikely place of Sedgwick Kansas, he had the time coming.  This week was going to be all about Abigail, though he wanted Robin as well.  That night he sent Abi a text simply saying he loved and missed.  But he left her alone other than that, as much as he wanted to call, he fought the urge.  It was hard falling asleep, missing Abigail, being alone in bed, and thinking about Robin.  Both made him hard, but he didn't do anything about it, feeling he was being rightfully punished for taking such good things for granted.<br/><br/>He rose on Sunday, it took him a moment to realize Abi wasn't there.  That realization hit him hard.  He hoped she would return tonight.  He recalled his discussion with Robin and went about planning the perfect evening for him and Abigail, if only he could get her to agree to give him another chance.  He did laundry, googling here and there his way through it.  He needed to make sure all scent of Robin had been washed away.  The same for the truck where he found the rolled up sock from yesterday.  He held it to his face and inhaled.  He knew he should burn them in the barrel out back, but instead he slipped them into his jacket pocket.  He then thoroughly cleaned the interior of his truck.