I got the hobby room after replacing the oil burner and 3000 liter oil tank with a simple connection to the municipal central system which only needed...a small box on the wall. I had painted the whole room and laid a new floor. I had packed all the junk in different garbage bags for transport to the recycling station when I needed a small bag for some plastic jars and bottles.I went up to the kitchen and took a grocery bag from the cupboard where we kept used bags. Those plastic bags are perfect. She then started working. I started a conversation with her.Me- where were you for so long?She- I actually had to leave this place because of some family problemsM- what problems?S- my uncle cheated us and snatched away our house so we had no other option rather than going back to our village.M- why did you came back now?S- I want to support my family financiallyM- its goodS- yaM- do have a place to live now?S- I have talked with your mom and she has allowed me to stay here.M- that’s goodAnd. I'd fuck Laura, and then later that night Kim would be sucking me off, or I plow April in the ass one night and Kim in the pussy the next. then finish off with her blowing me. It was fucked up I know, but I did it at least 15 times with different girl combinations, and it was all Laura's fault. By the time I was well into the bar fucking stage I had started with the whole anal thing, and Laura got it too. I remember it took a LOT more convincing to get her to try it, and we only did it. She was even more embarrassed in the light, open area. I decided a change of subject was needed, and got her talking about her forthcoming holiday to Brazil. She mentioned beaches and my mind went straight back to those bikini photos, enhanced by my recent memory of that fantastic body pressed against mine. Before my interest got too obvious I reluctantly turned back to my work. I realised I had forgotten to print one form. I told her I needed to go and collect the print, and saw the panic in.