I was so ready for Megan to get home andhave her way with me. I am still to this day amazed of how big of a slutI am and how I am always thinking abou... sex. I think about it 24/7. Islid into my black knee high boots and went down stairs to start cookingdinner.It was great to be back and the whole time I was cooking I was justthinking about what Megan might have in store for me. I was so excited. I opened a nice bottle of wine and set the table. Everything was in placeand now I just had to wait. He was sitting on his bed letting the guilt roll through him. The panic strapped his thoughts and his moral reasoning chastising him. Finally they faded and the images, the fantasy, he had shared with his sister in his mind played out like a strange film. He leaned back on his bed and looked down to see life in his dick as it pitched a tent in the towel. He guessed it wasn’t completely out of life for the day after all.-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-He struggled to find sleep last night, the moral. Finally the jar of Crisco is empty. As Ms smith stands up she accidentally knocks over her bag. The bag tumbles to the ground and I see three more large cans of Crisco, tumble out unto the floor. I can't believe my eyes three more cans?! Mommy inserts the enema nozzle into my rectum. and with a click releases the water. Ms smith tells mommy to fix her a drink so she can take a little break. We are going to take a break little boy they say. You need a half hour to let that enema work its. I know it was glorious for the two participants and I must say it was glorious to watch. I don’t know the derivation of “glory hole” but at that moment, it seemed a propos. Dad must have felt the heat from my gaze because he pulled away from his ministrations (though he continued to polish the glistening glans with his right hand) and said, “You got a hole over there you know,” and he pointed his left hand in my direction before returning to work. Dumbfounded I struggled to process his words. I.