He turned and had Jill in his arms and her mouth warm and greedy against his - and was very glad that he had not quite finished stripping.  For she was no longer "Mother Eve"; she was wearing one of the long, all-enveloping priestess robes.  Nevertheless he was happily aware that he had a double armful of live, warm, and gently squirming girl; her priestly vestment was no greater impediment than would have been a thin gown, and both kinesthetic and tactile senses told him that the rest was Jill.