I’m bored out of my fucking mind is all. The weather here sucks. Hot, sticky, the same shit every year. Where are you? Out in the desert again, last... I heard. Why you go there when you can have all the heat you want for free right here is beyond me. Then again, you always were eight cylinders running on five.’ Josh was looking down, shaking his head with a smile. He’d forgotten the way that they’d bantered sometimes, and with the phone on speaker, … He just knew there would be hell to pay for. I really needed to relax; so I decided to pull into a point of view at the edge of a wood pine, from where I could see the river.The sun was going down and the sight was really beautiful.But I still needed more relief; more than normal, since my beloved hubby had not fucked me properly during the last week and I was feeling horny as hell.So, as I saw nobody was around, I pulled down my tiny thong and reclined the driver’s seat, so I spread a bit my legs and slowly began shoving a long finger up. (The women wanted to “play” with their toys, too.) The men insisted on helping to clean up after breakfast, getting in the way more than anything else, but the women allowed them to, anyway. Then laughing together, they restacked the dishes properly in the washers after the men left the kitchen, very proud that they had “helped” their spouses.The midday Christmas meal that the Southerners insisted on calling dinner was at one, and there was just about everything imaginable on the table. With. A jerk-off session while watching their movie together would be hot. He climbed into bed and spooned with his wife. He was happy with their life.George woke to the smell of coffee. Natalia was busily cleaning up the room. She was naked. George smiled. She was definitely getting more comfortable with herself.“Morning babe. Sorry I crashed on you last night. My bad. Did you take care of that boner after I went to sleep?” asked Natalia as she handed him a cup of coffee.“Nope. I was tired too so.