The next day I basically spent in bed. Nursing my hangover. Just watching TV. With some occasional jerk off breaks. A perfectly normal Sunday. In the ...ate afternoon I dragged my ass under a shower. No sign of my grandma. But I meet her. On the way back to my room. She was wearing next to nothing. She looked like she just came to herself. After a long weekend filled by some young guys dicks. The exhaustion stood in her face. But she gave off a very satisfied vibe. And needless to say, while. "Aah!! Sorry sorry!" I stepped out of the shower laughing. "You're such a jerk!" She said and came out, wrapping herself in the towel. "The jerk you like to fuck." I said with a sly grin and she rolled her eyes, but I didn't miss her smile. She brushed past me and went into the room. Our bags were still kept in the corner of the room, unpacked. She bent down to open her bag and took out some clothes, and I did the same. She was facing away from me when she dropped her towel and slipped in her. ”“And you let them all see your pussy?” Angela asked.“Yes, the others as well probably, most of the time I wasn’t looking to see who was looking at me.”“Working too hard were you Mandy?” Dennis asked.“Yes, I don’t want to fail my exams.”““I’m sure that you’ll do as well in your college exams as you do in your medical exams here.” Dennis said, and getting a few little laughs.“Head down,” Dennis continued, “work hard and don’t even think about what you’re showing Mandy.”“Thanks boss, I’ll do. "That night, I was ringing at Helmut's and Michael came to open the door.As usual, he greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.He introduced me to Pierre and said with a big smile:"Pierre is also French, like you, and it is for him that we make this meal."Pierre held out his hand to greet me.He looked sporty, had short hair, a friendly smile and spoke perfect German, much better than me.During this excellent meal (Helmut was a very good cook) I learned that Pierre was in the army and here for a.