We took the elevator up to the third floor where our rooms were."Well here's my room, 204." David said."And here's mine, 205."We walked into our rooms...and as the lady had told us there were a door connecting our rooms together.We looked around for a bit."Well what do you think." I asked David."It looks nice." He said."Yes I think so too, and have you seen the bathrooms, they are really large and they both got a shower and a tub." I told him."Yeah they're nice." David said.We looked around for. "It had taken me three years to realize that every year he'd pick one or two of his students to be his bedmates for the year, the ultimate proof provided when I arrived home early one day to find him fucking a petite, blond, eighteen year old poet doggie style on the living room rug.We hadn't had sex since that day four years ago, in fact I hadn't had sex, period, for four years. What a jerk I've been, I told myself, as I sobbed softly at the dinner table, the spilled spaghetti oozing silently. You can just leave me a puddle, then C said. We’ll see if on our next trip if I can arrange that and bring along a straw.Eve then pulled herself up to C by tracing her tongue back up over her belly and through her cleavage to her neck and then brought her tits up to C’s tits, and after rubbing them briefly brought up to her mouth. She hovered them an inch away and I’m sure felt C breathing hard. C had her hands on Eve’s thighs and was moving them up to her ass and Eve didn’t object. The song. Even cafés came in two kinds, the smart tea-shop with tiny cup handles you couldn’t get your fingers in, or transport cafés (‘kaffs’), where dark stewed tea came in mugs with handles us kids could fit our fists in. We could have stopped at a fancy place, we children had cashed in our National Savings stamps. I remember the ones with Prince Charles on were half a crown, Princess Anne stamps just sixpence. I probably had three or four pounds saved from my sixpence a week pocket money, plus any.