The driver welcomed me in excellent English and off we went on almost an hour’s drive. I had changed dollars for kronor and the fare was reasonable....A neighbor had spotted the taxi and came over with the key and many pieces of local information, almost more than we could absorb. It seemed Inge’s family was well regarded and part of a small community clustered around one of the many bays of water. The woman wished us well in our stay and said to come over if we needed anything. The local store. 30 pm. I knew that her parents are in their offices. I found the main door opened. Their temporary servant might have left the flat and my student forgot to lock the door. Or was she sleeping? Thinking those, I entered into the drawing room and saw my student. She was wearing tight choodidar pajamas with a frock. She was sitting in a sofa chair with her knees lifted up, feet resting at the seat, legs wide open, and her heels touching her buttocks. She was studying some novel, while scratching. Not that she did not like to be naked in the house or naked in front of her son it was just habit. No guilt.Robert walked in the kitchen, he was wearing his loose shorts, they hung low on his hips and Susan thought that his semi hard cock was the only thing keeping them from falling to the floor.Susan pulled stuff out of the refrigerator, they ate out of containers and drank out of bottles, no glasses no dishes, not forks, just fingers. They ate like beasts, eating, swallowing, drinking and no. A older couple in their late 50’s were there and began talking to us. The wife was pretty overweight and definatly not my type. But she was very ‘friendly’ with all three of us guys. Right in front of her husband she would begin to rub my hair and touch my thigh. She would go between the three of us and make comments about us being away from home and asked us how long it has been since we were ‘satisfied’ We all though she was joking. In the mean time I was talking to my wife on the phone.