“Becky ... Your father and I are getting a divorce. My idea, not his. He’s not a happy camper about it, in fact. I just ... I can’t keep pretend...ng that things are all that well, not after last night. I dropped the bomb on him tonight, just after supper. I also ... let’s just say that I’m not alone. I’m staying with Dr. Goldman. I think that it’s safe to say that I got my ... how do you say it, my ashes hauled. We just got done ... having sex. A lot of sex, in fact, Anton and I. We’re lovers. She changed her pace and technique…slowly pulling the “cock” out and pushing it all the way back in. Her pace increased…her sexual energy was at its peak…she began to fuck me with such fervor. I was losing my breath as her “cock” began to assault my asshole…I knew the little plug in her pussy was doing its job; her moans were intense. I felt more lubrication being applied and noticed that her husband was assisting in that. I never felt him joining us on the bed…but it was nice to have him. Three studs, two sluts, and who knows what else might come?”“Sounds like a plan to me. I’d love to be airtight on a regular basis. What about you, Mother?” Magda surprised me with the degree of enthusiasm that she had for the idea of living together in a large household with Inga, Bjorg, and Frederik.“Airtight, yes, that sounds very nice. Airtight ... and pregnant, at least once more in my case. I want to have one baby by each man before I stop breeding. Imagine how sexy that would be, the two. Her body was even sexier than I had imagined through her clothes. She was tall and slim, with long sexy legs. I noticed that she had a barbed wire tattoo around her left bicep and a little flower, just above her pubic hair, which she obviously kept well trimmed, probably for wearing a bikini. She certainly had the body for a bikini. She had large, slightly pendulous boobs with enormous nipples, and a flat stomach with only the faintest hint of stretch marks from her pregnancy. She also had the.