Baxter was starting to feel his rhythm again. It had been so long since he had had a reason to flirt with someone other than Whitney that he wasn't sure that he even remembered the basics but Matty was making things easy. Even with his cock out, she was talking to him, laughing with him, the mood enjoyable. He was actually getting the distinct impression that she returned his interest in her, and her casual mention that the dynamic between people who would usually be separated by the student/teacher relationship only furthered that belief.<br/><br/>He hand on his bare thigh made him bold. That touch along with the atmosphere of the room and their conversation in particular had him hard, and tough she wasn't naked, his own hand came to rest on her own thigh, giving it a squeeze through the denim of her jeans. His other hand was moving to take his cock at the base, as he said, "There's nothing wrong with cliches... they're a cliche for a reason."<br/><br/>He was about to say, to DO, more when there was another knock on the door and Matty, seemingly reverting to her "Professor Moore" guise, slipped away from him quicker than he could grab her hand again. He was equally upset by the interruption and embarrassed that he and Whitney had potentially done similar to others in the group.<br/><br/>The newcomers at first confused Baxter, they were both somewhat androgynous, and clearly related, twins even, though there seemed to be differences to them but with the candle lighting it was hard to tell exactly what those might be. He was taken aback when Professor Moore brought them over to him, and for a moment he dared to hope that he might be able to continue his exploration with the redhead, but that was dashed for the moment when she encouraged the pair to "help" him with his sample, which they leapt into wordlessly and with gusto. He was taken aback by their almost aggressive treatment of him, though he certainly couldn't deny it felt good.<br/><br/>He threw his head back onto the neckrest of the couch, letting out a moan of "OH GOD". Baxter had never had anyone but Whitney and his own hands on his cock or balls outside of physicals at the doctors, and never from two different people at the same time. In truth these two knew more about sensitive zones on a man's body than Whitney or Baxter truly did, their hands and finger teasing points of pleasure in ways he hadn't even imagined.<br/><br/>When the two began to kiss though, that really awoke something in Baxter. That kind of contact between family members was not something he had ever thought of but now that it was right in front of him, the idea appealed to him immensly. In their hands his cock twitched and pulsed, and precum began to flow from the tip and run down the shaft.<br/><br/>Baxter did his best to return the favor to some degree, running his big hands down Molly and Leonora's backs until he reached their butts and he began to massage them through their garments.<a class="username" data-user-id="41027" data-username="@MsBloom" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/41027/">@MsBloom</a><a class="username" data-user-id="20459" data-username="@LeaT" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/20459/">@LeaT</a>