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The rest of our time at the hotel flew by in a blur of huge, heaving, bouncing tits; beautifully firm, round arses filling the air with their flatulence; and monster cocks spewing load after load of milky semen into just about every orifice and over every surface. It was with a sense of sorrow that we packed our case into the car, wearing our suppressant patches so that we could fit reasonably comfortably into our normal clothes - although Kirsty's tits were still somewhat bigger than they had been when we arrived, and the glint in her eye, frequent licking of lips and glances at my crotch indicated she was very much still horny. I needed to concentrate on driving though; the kids had college the next day and we had work, so we didn't want to be getting home too late.

The plan we had made before our weekend away was that we would collect James and Lucy fairly quickly, and grab a drive-thru takeaway on our way home from there.

Our friends, Max and Amy, lived about half an hour's drive from the hotel and on the way Kirsty and I chatted about how we would let James and Lucy know about the change of lifestyle that was about to hit our family. We didn't really know whether they were sexually active; James had confided in me about his first wet dream back when he was 13 or 14 and I had no doubt he had been masturbating frequently since then just like any other teenage lad, but we didn't think either of our children had had sex with anyone. But as their parents we'd probably be the last people they would tell if they had.

We also debated whether to let our friends Max and Amy in on our secret. I remembered what the club president, Dr Baxter, had told us: we didn't have the authority to invite others to join the club. Yet surely our friends would notice when we started to live a life of hedonistic promiscurity where money was no object. So if we were to let Max and Amy in on the secret, it would have to be in such a way that we could guarantee they would keep it a secret. Perhaps it would be better not to let them know - at least not yet? As we neared their house, we made a decision.

Max and Amy had been close friends of ours for many years, and we always greeted one another with a hug. As Amy hugged Kirsty I observed a slight look of surprise on her face as she noticed my wife's larger-than-normal tits pressing against her own. Whe Max hugged Kirsty, I noticed him glance down at her chest as they pulled away. James and Lucy were inside, so we went in to greet them and make sure they had packed all of their things.

We chatted briefly about what they had been doing over the weekend, and we confirmed that we'd had a lovely time, the hotel was very comfortable and we'd got to know some of the other guests pretty well. I loaded James and Lucy's bags into our car.

"I know you're planning to get take-away on the way home, but you're welcome to stay and have some dinner with us if you like," offered Amy. "But we know you need to get back for work and college, so no pressure."