I had just got home from the officeand couldn't wait to slip into something casual and more suitable for alovely summer's evening with my family."I'll...just go and change," I said to Graeme. "You fix us all a drink.I'll have a glass of Pinot Grigio please." I went inside and upstairs toour bedroom. As I slipped out of my suit and peeled off my tights, Iexperienced an odd sense of d?j? vu. For a brief moment everything wasclear; I was 'Sam Jackson - Reporter; I was also 'Mary Stephenson' -1950s. ' She squeezed my hand gently and the taxi pulled away.I watched till it rounded the corner and then turned and went into the pension. A complicated woman, I thought. Fiercely ambitious and still a human being: not a common combination. I said 'Good Evening' automatically to the receptionist as I passed through the lobby and was surprised when she stopped me.'A visitor is waiting for you, Monsieur Lancer, but I think she's fallen asleep. She arrived about an hour ago.' I turned and looked.. He started to undo the buttons that held her flimsy summer dress at the same time as she started to lift his tee shirt over his head. The need was too great and within moments they were both naked, he paused for a moment but she pulled her to him and whispered in his ear. “Fuck me, fuck me now.“ He needed no more encouragement and placed his now rock hard cock at the entrance to her now soaking wet pussy. She reached down and grabbing his ass she pulled him into her, her breath becoming ragged. Then Lucky came up with an idea. He said, “I have a friend Ankit. All his three roommates are currently not in school. If we involve him in our play, we can have a bang on sex. But that can be possible only in the afternoon, since we have our night attendances in our rooms”I looked a bit confused to hear that. But when you are horny, you don’t think from the perspective of morality. I nodded my consent and we decided to meet next day’s afternoon.I met Ankit. Let me tell you, he looked super.