I once walked into a room while my roommates have sex. I live in Europe, I live on the 10th floor, we each pay for our own room and split the cost. The large room had a balcony, and I had just finished washing a pillowcase and wanted to go to the balcony to hang it up and dry, because only big room, not my, has the door to the balcon. There were no locked doors in the house, and we didn't knock on the door because sometimes someone was listening to music on headphones and couldn't hear it.
My rommates often turned out to be big drug addicts, scammers, and wherever they lived, they tried to get their roommates drunk or high, and then rob them or take pictures of their documents on which they took loans, added something to cause gaps in their memory, and then stole ID cards themselves. I was the only one who had my ID and documents in my belt, and I was the only person in the house who didn't have my ID lost. As soon as I walked into the room he yelled at me to get the fuck out of there, but I, pretending to be stoned just rolled my eyes and SLOWLY left the room, actually out of the corner of my eye staring at her tits. I remember his girlfriend had green hair and small, standing tits. She was beautiful naked. I talked to them about it via messenger many years after that and admitted to them that I didn't remember much of that time, although I actually remembered quite a bit. Before that, there was a situation where his girlfriend came home to talk to someone from home about various things, and he stayed outside the door, which we locked. I turned off the doorbell and had to unbolt it and put something between the part that vibrated, hitting the metal. While his girlfriend was home and he was banging on the door, I know that our house lesbian, who also lived there, went over and talked to her and fucked her. It would have been pretty funny and I would have considered it karma if not for the fact that she also fucked my girlfriend. She was a lesbian, but very masculine, pretending to be a guy. She ended up dying a few months later from a drug overdose, her father didn't even have the money to bury her. In general, I noticed that an awful lot of the people my girlfriend was fucking were dying.
It was pathological and the vibe was very hippie, full of free love and drugs, but the fact is, I saw a lot of live boobs back then.
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