When I got to her room at the La Quinta Inn in Dublin, I knocked on the door and waited for her to open it...my cock was already hard in anticipation ...f seeing Wanda. The door was opening slowly, I could see wet footprints on the floor, Wanda leaned out and let me in. She was naked and dripping with water, her dark brown nipples were extremely erect, swollen and glistening. Wanda smiled at me, batted her eyes and proceeded to step closer to me...pushing her wet body against mine as she kissed. And, in the exact same way that the organ of a woman in heat would, it squeezed and milked his cock.Cock. He thought for a moment that he might have sensed a warm penis pressing against his buttocks just at the split-second that he shot his wad into the vagina. No! It couldn't be.But, who could say? This whole damn thing was so fuckin' crazy. Phantoms in the night. Phantom hand. Phantom pussy. Sure, why not phantom cock, too?Now, would that be so horribly disgusting? What if the Phantom decided. “No! ” she pulled. I pulled back. She pulled back again. I pulled back with much force. It made the vodka fall all over her chest and tummy. “Fuck! Bitch” She said. I was shocked to hear such words from her. The even more shocking fact was she was not wearing anything inside. I could see her boobs. It gave me goosebumps. They were so perfect, round as the earth, and those dark nipples looked like dark chocolate. I staring directly at her boobs. She noticed it. “Motherfucker, what are you. So good.“Exactly,” Megan said.The pair were standing in front of Felicia Owen’s room. Megan held the door shut, her body brimming with anticipation. Erin continued torment seemed to be her favorite new game.“Why are we here?” Erin asked.She wanted to get this over with.“Because,” Megan said. “I wanted to show you something special! Your hero has been busy!”“My hero?” Erin asked.“Oh, come on. We all noticed how you followed Felicia around like a little puppy dog. It was kind of pathetic, to be.