I knew that this, at least, would be read and answered within a few days.The message went something like this:Alright, you sicko, I just wanted to let...you know that I'm coming back on the 4th. You'd better be back, too. And my sister wishes you a merry Christmas, and says she hopes you'll find a woman under your tree this year. Idiot. Fucko.Alan.Although I'm an atheist, the sentiment warmed my heart, amongst other things, as I remembered the flashing incident two-weeks past. I quickly made my. I vent wild! I pulled her tits and hammered her pussy, slamming her into the countertop. I felt like I had a volcano in my balls and I started to cum! I never experienced an orgasm like this – the cum just gushed out of me and I filled Dagmar up with burning hot cum and she kept on orgasm. I think she had a constant orgasm for at least 5 minutes and she was almost u*********s and her head lolled to the side. I had to have more, so even as cum still flowed from my big throbbing cock, I pulled. My pussy convulsed around my digits. I frigged myself so fast and hard.“I’m a dirty, filthy slut who needs to be hosed off!” I howled at the top of my lungs. “Just a nasty cunt! Disgusting! Spray me, Master! Clean me!”He watched, his cock hard, as he sprayed down to my belly. The water spilled over me, washing away his piss. I shuddered on the ground, my cunt spasming faster and harder. The waves of rapture surged through my body. Another orgasm burst through me as the cold water spilled over. The final time I came back she smiled at me before releasing her grip on it. “I’d better phone Gemma back,” she said. “I’m ready for bed.”Paulo smiled as she walked away and turned to me. He reached for his bulge gripped it and gave it a shake from side to side. I hadn’t seen any male do that since my teens; something a sixteen year old youth would to. “Jeeeeeez your wife is fucking hot Rick!”His words took me aback and he must have seen the reaction on my face. “Sorry Rick,” he said.