"Have a seat."Monique sighed and walked over to the comfy chair. She surreptitiosly placed a newspaper on the dirty chair and sat down on it. A loud s...ream came from the tv and Monique looked to see a naked woman writhing in orgasm as some stud screwed her doggy style. The trash was watching a porno and didn't even care that she could see it. "Could you turn that off please?" Nope." Could you at least go put some pants on?" Nope. You gonna get me more money?" he asked taking his eyes off the tv. He was a tall young man, handsome, but I thought he could be gay.I asked Ana if she would like to have that man inside her. She smiled and replied: “Shut up, is just a good looking man”“I know what you are thinking… he is not gay” she whispered in my ear.I smiled and challenged her to prove I was wrong. She did not even answer me; just closed her beautiful eyes and rested her head on my shoulder.When we were about half an hour from landing, Ana woke up, telling me she was going to the toilette.. " How? Is there a maintenance shop nearby?" Just decide," came the reply from someone who now flickered through what I instinctively recognized had to be each body he'd ever inhabited, before returning to the familiar one.Seeing that, I easily did the same a moment later, before returning to my first body again."This is how I met you," I said happily of my choice."This is how I would have liked to have met you," came the reply."It's how you've met me now," which was all that needed to be. Perhaps, they were taken off in the heat of emotions. Olga and I looked disheveled: my hair was tousled and I felt embarrassed, but Olya was shocked with the top of her dress unbuttoned. Mike, the guy Sveta was saddling, noticed us and shouted at us, ?Are you fucking stupid or what? Can’t you see that we’re fucking now? Get your fucking asses outta here, you kids!? His hot temper frightened us and made me feel sorry for interrupting their last night of sex. I could understand him, because.