She stood with her feet apart, mop in one hand and a dirty rag in other, gawking at us. "What?" she demanded. At least her teeth were nice, white and ...lean though there was a weird fish smell coming from her mouth.Steve's smiled broadened."You like her?" he asked me. "She's my wife."The bastard was actually proud of this dirty, smelly creature. Did he really expect me to be turned on by her.The woman continued to gawk at us. "Whaddya want?" she demanded."My young friend here wants a piece of. " That's good daddy, but my tummy still hurts." I know baby. I think I know what to do for you. You need to stay on your side and daddy will get you all fixed up." Okay Daddy."He then moved back over to his counter. I looked over my shoulder to watch what he was doing. He opened one of the cabinets and took out a red rubber bag. I knew then what he had planned."No daddy; not an enema. Please not that." I'm sorry baby, but I think your tummy ache is because you have gotten a bit backed up. This. He was by the time Frank showedup a fairly large (if still unloved) fish in a distinctively small pond. Hehad moved up until he was ready to take his place as first trumpet. Readyuntil the ghastly boom was lowered--that a brilliant, vastly more experiencedand talented trumpeter would be coming in to fill that spot.Surprisingly enough Al was able to keep himself under control. Inside he waswhite hot with rage. Al kept himself under control because he had an ace uphis sleeve. Playing the trumpet. Excellent. There are three others in there, none of them our b o y s. Quickly sudsing up the crack, I work the lather into the dried up muck in the hairs. Tilting my head back into the shower head, I wash the filth from my hair as well, but I leave the pits alone. Not messing up 4 days worth of funk there :)The sensations started my dick and balls to swell, and in just a few moments I was now hanging 'half way to my knee'. With my coy peripheral vision, I detect a few glances from the other.