Miriam and I spent our eighth wedding anniversary in a small country hotel near Shaftesbury. As we came down for dinner who should be sat at the bar b...t Sergeant Toby Belcher, together with a very beautiful, very young, very black, girl. I knew that Toby's wife, Gwen, was a hard faced blonde who worked as a dentist's receptionist in Aldershot; on the other hand Toby had thought that Pippa was my wife, so when I introduced Miriam to him his puzzlement showed. Luckily, the two girls decided to. It was a good idea at the time, or at least we thought it was. Christmas in the wilds, fucking bullshit!We'd argued when the engine seized which really helped matters. As we were only about two miles from the cabin, we unloaded everything and hauled it as far as the cabin. I was in a dirty mood by then and decided I didn't want to listen to her mouthing off at me, so I said I'd walk down to the main road we'd left about five miles back.I intended finding a phone and calling a garage to come out. No guards were present here and I didn't waste a moment to either cackle with glee or taunt my doomed enemy. Without word, fuss or the slightest hesitation, I wheeled Edward Watters right up to the edge of the pool and unceremoniously just pitched him forward out of his chair right into the water. It was only about five feet deep here, but with his limbs paralyzed by the stroke his hands and legs were helpless to save him. His body went straight down to the bottom and while I thought I could. Meredith must have been doing one heck of a job, as Erica suddenly grabbed her head even harder and really ground her cunt into Meredith’s face. I couldn’t take any more. I quickly unzipped and pulled out my dick, stroking it even before it was fully exposed. I was so aroused that I came in huge, hard blasts after just a few strokes, the sounds of my grunting covered by Erica’s own as she was driven to climax by Meredith’s oral ministrations. I quickly grabbed a nearby towel and wiped myself,.