About twice a week she was in our room happily fucking both of us once or twice, depending on our energy and recovery time. The lights were not always...dimmed and she would glance and smile at both of us no matter who was coupled with her. She made no signs that we were both to engage her simultaneously. It was serial screwing.When I asked her for a date she smiled sweetly as she explained that she didn’t date roommates. I had a puzzled look so she went on to say that what she did with me was. When she turned back to the table she looked to make sure grandpa wasn't looking before she patted her crotch so Ben could see what she was doing as she walked back to the same bench where the two of them had fucked for the first time a month earlier. After glancing at the driver's seat again Gwen took a note from her pants pocket and slid it across the table so Ben could read it."You don't want me to change before we meet tonight?" Ben asked in a whisper, "why?" I'll explain later," Gwen. It can't be on any hot list!" It's Agent not officer and it's not a mistake sir," Dana said walking over and joining Candy and Creepy. "I've just verified the plate numbers once again with the LAPD. I'm afraid I must insist you show us some identification sir."Just then a marked black-and-white patrol car pulled up with overhead lights flashing. A uniformed officer got out of the vehicle, spoke briefly with one of the firemen and then, with a commanding swagger, joined Candy and Dana."Excuse. "who.. how did I get here?" he muttered, his head pounded and ached, nausea still riveted through his body. It was like having the worlds worst hangover while you were still drunk."Look at me. What do you remember?" He took a second look. Her elegant, full lips. Her shiny jet-black hair. His dick tingled at the sight of her just like in the dream. Trying to clear his head. It was starting to come back. He'd come to a party at Zeta house with a few pledges. He was going to show them the ropes..