When I got home, Anne Marie was sat in the lounge, looking both exhausted and pleased with herself, and what I would describe as a” totally shagged silly “ expression. My pussy had been wet all day , recounting all I’d heard. I was in a real dilemma now : did I make it too obvious I wanted what she’d had, was I being silly and just needed to get fucked myself. It was all so intense. After all, I didn’t really want to do anything to push my lodger away, after all she was going to easily give up her new lover I was quite sure. Anyway, we both giggled nervously and I said you had fun then last night. She said it was the best sex she’d ever had. That was no surprise , and she had this dreamy look of sex as she told me how good Steve was, just how massive his cock was, and how he knew how to use it. My pussy was leaking. Shit this was going to be torture. I could hardly say, has he got a friend. She told me her pussy was throbbing and aching like never before. I hadn’t expected her to be so candid. I’m also quite sure she knew I was hanging on her every word too. And then I blurted out the question that no doubt gave my intentions away all too easily. When are you seeing him again? And I added, I’m desperate to see what he looks like now.