I wandered around from room to room, looking for them and I eventually stumbled into a bedroom on the second floor. What I saw was so shocking, for a ...econd my brain wouldn't accept what it was seeing. Stacy was butt naked, laying ass up on the bed, gripping the comforter with white knuckles, as Steve rode on top of her, ramming her from behind. The whimpers and moans coming from the room were similar to the sounds I was used to hearing every time I had sex with my girlfriend, but they seemed. She couldn't bear thinking about real young men. Why would they want her? It would be improper.Nevertheless, as her only male contact in two years had been a couple of tedious dates and mediocre sex with a local forest ranger two years her senior, she couldn't help feeling the twinge of desire when she saw the young men at her dining table. Nor could she help feeling breathless when she accidentally saw one bare chested.Nor could she help lying in bed dreaming of the boys sleeping a few doors. WednesdayThe day’s arrived. I have to go to work but I know that when I come home the flat will be empty and I will have all the time I need. No interruptions. Just me time!Eventually, after a hard day’s work, thinking of nothing other than getting home, I’m unlocking the door to the flat. I simply can’t wait. Food is served quickly from the McDonalds brown paper bag and I wolf it down; full fat coke and all.I lock the door – you never know in these circumstances what might happen, so it’s best. Mrs Jenkinson, who was anxious to get things started as soon as possible, clucked disapprovingly at their tardy arrival.A crowd of eager young and not so young men soon gathered around the booth. The three scantily clad and pretty young ladies sat in a demurely delicious row at the foot of a ladder leading up to the platform from which they were all fated to be dropped with great regularity and frequency throughout the next few hours. A second ladder led up from the tank back to the platform..