“Almost ready. Let me just get it lubricated.” “Please, Miss Abby,” Charley begged her. “I really don’t need an enema. Can’t I just get ...ressed and leave?” Becoming stern again, Abby remarked, “Charley, your choice is lubricant or none, that’s all. Haven’t I taught you anything? This should clear up all your problems, don’t you realize that?” Abby picked up the jar of Vaseline and took the nozzle back. Making a show of fully lubricating the working end of the very long nozzle, Charley watched. He kept pumping into me even as it leaked out and ran down my bottom onto the bed. He kept pumping until, finally flaccid and out, he lowered his body onto mine, kissing my head and face and lips and neck."Are you married?" I asked."Widowed." He said. I looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. His long pause told me he wasn't at first going to, but I remained quiet and my silence changed his mind. "Four years ago, breast cancer." We have a lot to talk about," I said."How much. I got her to try on some lovely and sexy things, mainly because I got a kick from see my young niece blossom into a seductive woman who turned me on like crazy. Of course I tried some dresses on too and we used the same changing rooms where they were big enough (and they usually are in these flagship stores). There was lots of unnecessary touching and feeling each other as we looked in the mirrors together, and I slowly started to smoulder. We broke off for a light lunch in Claridges where we. .worried about her.”“Squirt is?” Zoey asked, raising an eyebrow. “Who would have known?”“He cares about our families,” I said, my eyebrows furrowing. I folded my arms.Zoey's eyes narrowed. “You're fucking him.”“What?” I spluttered, my cheeks going red.“I didn't think Squirt had the balls to actually make the moves on you. Or did you...?” Her eyes flicked down to my top. “Did you finally have to show him you were a girl? Did you have to beat him over his thick skull to see you as a woman before.