"I'm married, but if I ever divorced my wife I would marry Magda like a shot."Magda smiled. "I knew Robbie was married when we first met in Bosnia. In...fact I am also married, but have no idea, or interest, where my husband is ... probably between the thighs of some teenage harlot in Sarajevo." Did you enjoy screwing Shona Lewis when you took her to the Hilton for your dirty weekend at the beginning of the year?"Suzannah's question came out of the blue as we were clearing up the glasses after. At this moment in time she did not care if anyone readher, but most of those that passed by were too wrapped up in their ownconversations anyway. The sounds of traffic and conversations underscoredher thoughts and she strolled onwards, so although her eyes were open,they might have just as well been closed.Jayne did not know why what had been her Saturday routine for so longsuddenly struck her as so futile, but her instincts were telling her thatthis was not a passing fad, and that it was not. I was over at their place one day just hanging out a bit, B was very pretty with a curvy body that she didn't show off, I could tell she had big tits, she was a hot bbw, but not that big, she was voluptuous in a very sexy way. She would border line flirt and R got a kick out of it. He was portly and a nice guy. He asked me if I wouldn't mind checking in on B as he was about to go on a week long turnaround. I said sure. Surprisingly, he started talking about sex and their sex life in general. B. Pervert.And so concluded yet another day of sinful acts. The k**s didn't mind all the filthy activities their parents made them do, they rather liked it, alot, but it inevitably ended as their chore list began. Wash what could be barely identified as clothes, chop and stack wood, make dinner, take a bath together with the 'rents watching them suds each other. It was a routine that needed shaking up, and the a****listic sex only went so far in relieving it. That night as they lay in bed together.