Talk about the twelve days of Christmas; it was more like the fourteen days of Cuntmass.There was shagging morning noon and night, with enough girls f...r twosomes, or even threesomes, and the younger element certainly took full advantage.I chose a sweet, slant eyed piece, who spoke only a few words of English and less Uzbeki; she may have been Tartar, Tibetan, Mongolian or anything in between. I kept her for the duration of the R&R, and we fucked each other's brains out every day.She was a tad. As my cock started softening she moved past and lay on the bed with her knees drawn up showing me her smooth shaven vagina. Picking-up her knickers I noticed how wet they were and I do mean wet. The gusset was slippery with her juices and looking towards her as she lay there I noticed the wet sheen of her fluids on her lovely thighs and vaginal opening as she slowly and gently touched her clitoris watching me. Intrigued, I knelt on the bed end and, on all fours, advanced as I knew she wanted me. " he said, working up his nerve as he hesitantly looked over at the beautiful 'still flushed face' of his wife, Jennie."I think it would real be hot to watch Peggy continue to 'go after Jennie sexually for a little longer." Only this time, maybe Peggy could attack Jennie's forbidden area. Remember the DVD we saw where one girl attacked the other girl's pussy, through her panties?" "Oh, Yeah," Edwin laughed, Peg and I know that DVD." "I think that's got to be the ultimate panty fetish," Edwin. The weekends were the worst. I could distract myself during the week, catching up on work and keeping myself busy with projects at the office, even if they didn't need doing. But the weekends ... unable to be with Yolanda or the children, were frustratingly long. I would stop to watch a baseball game, but without the company of my adopted family, it wasn't the same.By the end of the second week, I was in despair that it would be a long time before I could see Yolanda, the children, or Meg, much.