I drove on across the Cob and through Porthmadog, past Criccieth with its castle overlooking Tremadog Bay. It seemed like I was heading off the edge o... the country. I knew the Kalinin was in exile from Kushtia, I hadn't realised he been exiled quite as far as he had.The sign by the side of the road said, "Abererch Centre For Meditation Studies". I turned in and parked outside a formidable, Victorian, dark stone, house of three stories. The heavy oak front door swung open as soon as I got from. When I awoke I was surprised to find myself surrounded by naked female flesh. Opening my eyes I saw the back of Siân's head, and beyond her Stacy lay asleep. Turning my head I saw, as expected, Branwyn's blonde locks, but to my surprise, beyond her I saw Imogen, and an even bigger surprise was that beyond her, against the wall, was Roger. My jaw sagged open just at the moment that Imogen opened her eyes and looked straight at me. She gave me a wan smile."We wanted to be together. It was Stacy's. I smooched her again and moved the saree covering her boobs. My dick became rock hard seeing her milky white boobs in a black bra. I started kissing her boobs over her bra. She smelled amazing.I unhooked her bra and started sucking her left boob while pressing the right one hard with my other hand. I sucked her nipples, moving my tongue around the areola. She was loving it and was pulling my hair with her eyes closed. I started biting her boobs, slowly pinching her nipples.She was moaning. In case I was misreading all the sexually slanted statements I didn’t want to give her any reason to put her guard up. I showered off the grime of the day, shaved and splashed some nice cologne on my body. I thought about Andrea’s suggestion to ‘put on something more comfortable. I slept naked and didn’t own any pajamas so ‘something comfortable’ would come down to my boxer shorts and a tee shirt. But I’d be covered with one of Pete’s expensive dressing gowns. I decided to chance it so.