”“It’s your enema,” I remarked and filled the pitcher to the top, dumped its contents into the pouch, attached the nozzle and flushed air from...the tube. “Ready?”“Ready.”Together we walked to her bedroom. Lize slipped out of her robe. Underneath she wore her blue and green tartan miniskirt and a floral bikini top. “You look good,” I remarked. She turned her back to me and lifted her hem to show me she was bare-assed underneath.“Tasteful?” she asked as she straightened her hem and faced me.“We’ll. .. Man you do well... Suck that cock... Lick me... Take my balls in your mouth... Suck that dick dry... Oh Fuck!... Yes... go on... That's so fucking nice!...". But he stopped, and I withdrew from the hole to see why. I saw that he had turned his ass to the hole. I quickly grabbed a rubber and put some lubricant on a finger. And wet his open butt hole.Wesley moaned, and asked to be fucked, "Screw me with that huge cock of yours. I want you to fuck me open." His words were enough encouragement. I gave them a fair chance but I just could not find the interest for them that I had for the tender flesh and gentle manners of other girls.I had several relationships with girls in my class and a small network of housewives who passed around my number. “All the Young Girls Love Violett” as the song might go. The girls and I fell in to it all very naturally. With all the confusion and awkwardness that comes in the teen years we couldn’t really blame ourselves. They felt safe with me; I never. Most importantly of all, there was a massage table in the middle of the room where all the magic would happen. Sally undressed. She removed everything neatly and orderly. Being well dressed was something she prided herself on. And she made sure to handle her expensive clothes with great care. She folded everything neatly and placed them on a table. She picked up the towel and wrapped it around her body. Frankly, she wouldn’t really have minded if anyone at the spa saw her nude. She had a great.