Things were going by in a blur for Baxter. He was still processing the revelation about Leonora when Molly gave him another kiss before going to help her twin. Somehow that kiss, less tied to lust than the almost sloppy make out he had received from the twins moments ago seemed more significant than the handjob they had just completed. When Dr. Moore, or rather "Matty" again, licked his cum off her fingers and the twins began to escalate their incestuous coupling, a mixture of lust, confusion, jealousy, and worry went to war in in his mind.<br/><br/>He couldn't stand fully, with Matty's leaning against his leg, but he craned his neck around, looking for Whitney desperately. What he saw shocked him. The woman he planned to marry was on her hands and knees, topless, her breasts hanging free between a guy he vaguely recognized from sports banquets, (a soccer player?), and a fully naked girl with some kind of fake cock. From his angle he couldn't see the look of trepidation on Whitney's face. That image, the though of Whitney getting spitroasted on their first meeting made him jealous and even hornier.<br/><br/>He looked away, she would have her fun, and he would have his. The hint of anger made him bold and as he began to watch the twins go at it he became more and more aware of Matty's breasts pressing against his knee. She had been teasing him the whole night and with some beligerance her leaned forward and put his hands under either armpit and easily hoisted her up onto the couch to set between his spread legs. His hands were wrapped around her waist, and they trailed over her belly and hips, ocassionally brushing underneath her breasts, through the thing fabric of her red t-shirt, he could smell her this close, the scent of her shampoo in her hair, her perfume, and he dared a light kiss to where her shoulder and neck met, breathing in her scent.<br/><br/>That said, his eyes were on the twins. They were each attractive in their own right, if you were into androgyny, but it was their relationship that Baxter found the most thrilling. "Fuck that's hot." he murmured. He took a moment to glance over to where the guy who had been about to go down on Leona was, wondering just what his reaction to all this would be. As his hands continued to roam over Matty's body, he considered Leonora. He was still formulating how he had felt about being jerked off, kissed, even having his nipples teased by someone with a cock, but he had to admit it had felt good. In some form of twisted logic, that probably wouldn't have flown in Professor Moore's logic class, he decided he owed Leonora a favor. He wasn't ready and wasn't sure he would ever be ready to go as far as Leonora had gone with him, but letting out a sharp whistle to draw their attention, he dared to pull Matty's shirt up over her breasts, like a girl at Mardi Gras who had just been given beads, letting the red fabric rest on her breasts while he kept his strong arms wrapped around her midriff. Unseen by anyone else, his cock was hard again, the head resting against the bare skin of the small of Matty's back.