"Ouch! Thathurts!" he yelled.She slapped him hard across his enflamed upturned butt. "This is lessonnumber two. This is called a cleansing douche and ...ou will be doing thisevery morning and evening from now on. I suggest you get use to itbecause you will be doing this yourself after today," she barked.The nozzle felt like a baseball bat as Madam Simms worked it in and outof his opening. It not only brought a fresh flow of tears to his facebut cramps as she finally let the water flow. With his. They were cling quite tightly and, as such, were clearly outlining the undersides of her bum cheeks and the bulge of her pussy (I presumed) and there seemed to be a small dampish looking area there. I took all this in, in a flash, and the picture was imprinted on my brain for what I thought would be forever.Once again I began at her feet and worked my way up, my excitement growing as I got higher. Mom made no protest nor any attempt to stop me and eventually I was at dress hem hight. Without. Do you have something to surface her feelings."The old man smiled again; "So, you're not getting past first, huh."Rob turned red; "no......she won't allow me. I wish she were more into sex, and felt more horny when I touched her. I know she likes me, but its as if her gymnastics body has stunted her sexual chemistry. One of my friends told me that girls in gymnastics don't sexually develop as quick. If she could feel a little less like a gymnast and more like a girl, I'd probably. Maybe she would even greet us all with hugs like last time. Just the vivid memory of holding her body against mine for that fleeting moment had inspired my masturbation for the next couple of days. Before I knew it we were parking in the looped driveway in front of the Petersons’ giant house, atop the largest hill of our small suburban city. We let ourselves in the side door, since they were expecting us. As we walked into the kitchen Jim and Karen greeted my dad and mom. Meanwhile I spotted.