She repeated the procedure of shaving me and moisturizing my skin. I grew scared when she hooked the enema bag on the shower curtain rod. I wasn't so ...uch afraid of it as much as I was embarrassed of what would happen after."Salot," she breathed, pointing at my ass. She tugged on my balls and fingered the rim of my ass. Soon, she had me on all fours in the tub, with water flooding uncomfortably in my bowels. There was cramping and sweating, and she repeated the procedure two more times. She. He stood, which was amistake due to his increased bottom half, only to have his jeans rip loudlyapart. Apparently, his hips and ass had increased greatly. Especially hisass! I then remembered how big a butt his Mom had! He ignored his jeans fornow though. He was more interested in the rock I showed him!"You mean that rock can do this?" I nodded. I could see the ideas goingthrough his mind, just as they had gone through mine."So, do you want to help me tomorrow?" Wide-eyed, but happy, he said. She put her fingers up to my face. "Want a taste, Peter?" Then she giggled. I licked her fingers, and she tasted just like her mother did. It was good pussy juice. I arose and went over to my bunk bed. Sinking into the bed I began jacking off into a used sock that I gathered up from the floor. I heard a rustling, as her sheet was passed down to the foot of her bed. In the glow of the night light I saw Sheila clearly, putting her pretty legs and tiny feet over the side of the bed and then. That and we never spent that long on it -- we were ready for breasts and cock and fucking a lot faster. I had no idea how far Cindy would go.Even as I thought of Janet, I thought about what she'd taught me, that the first rule was to be where you were, with whom you were with. I put her out of my mind and focused more on Cindy who was getting hotter and kissing more passionately than Janet ever did. I slid my other hand down her side, to her hips, then back up again. I reached for her breast,.