I struggled to get John interested in sex again, I started dressing up, you know, sluttish, when we were going out. Eventually we got back into the sw...ng of sex but it was no longer the 'vanilla' sex of out early marriage, it was more way out and extreme than I had intended it to become. John started to insist on things like tying me up before sex or taking me out to the woods and fucking me in one of the clearings that were intended for picnickers, we even had sex in the car while we were. " Your horny brother and I have cum all over this couch, so we should probably throw it out, but it has a lot of sentimental value now." Okay." Seriously, he loves to shoot his load on it, but I'll be sure to let him start shooting me now." Good, ravishing lady. He deserves a woman that loves to fuck." And I do love to fuck," she made clear, before shoving me down again and driving into my snatch."Yes, you do, Trica, I just didn't fully understand it until now, but we can make up for lost time. For the next month, Mr. Kwong stuck to us like flypaper. He was given a key to our place, and provided our transportation to and from work each day. More problematically, he stayed with us in our apartment during the evenings; it was almost as if we had a third roommate. He typically departed the premises right before bedtime, and showed up bright and early in the morning to take us to work. This greatly inhibited any meaningful conversation between Wendy and me. Nonetheless, we did our best to. Breakfast was a bit subdued for me, there were questions I wanted answers to, but there was no way I was ever going to bring this subject up in a public conversation. Afterwards though the kids begged Paula to let them go with the camp entertainment team to a jungle gym further down the coast only €15 each. Paula, of course, agreed after seeing the reps who said it was perfectly safe and the kids would love it.Five minutes after waving them off we were back in the tent bedroom and kissing.