You two must have had a fuckin' ball up here!" Rachel shook her head, her eyes darting around the room. "Look at that bed! Sheets stained, pillowcases...torn..."She saw Frankie as he entered the room, her green eyes dropping to his groin. Her mouth hung open."Son-of-a-bitch!" she gasped, swing at his well-hung hard-on. "Look at the size of that prick! How the fuckin' hell did you take that much meat up your tight, little cunt? Didn't he rip you apart?"Gerta felt giddy. "Want to chicken out?" No. Her room wasn't ready yet so she changed in the corridor thinking everyone was safely behind closed doors. I held my breath as another moment I had dreamed about for years unfolded less than 6 feet away. There was none of the usual voyeur build up and anticipation. She just got naked. Some people love the build up etc and would consider this an anticlimax, for me it was wonderful. She ripped her jumper and t shirt off in one motion. Before I even had time to consider her bra she was leaning. ‘No’, I told her sadly. Wanda did not fish or do anything recreationally, she lived now just to work. In her world, fish came only from the supermarket, preferably in microwaveable cubes, as she didn’t cook much (or particularly well) either. For the next hour or so, I described our married life, Wanda’s behavior and her increasing obsession with her work. I told her I hadn’t quite given up all hope yet, but the end was clearly pretty visible in the not too distant future. Curriea thought this. She slurped obscenely on my cock between deep-throats. She raised her other hand to squeeze my aching balls and within seconds I couldn’t control myself. I started fucking her mouth for all I was worth and with a loud groan I started to cum. She quickly pushed my hips back against the shower wall and drew my length out from her throat, keeping my cockhead in her mouth, with her wicked tongue lashing at my piss-hole as I sprayed gouts of cum at her tonsils. “Fuuck… Anne..” Was all I could.