An enema bag. We don’t have one but we can use the bulb. It just means more insertions. It’s a ten ounce bulb so six would be sixty ounces, just s...y of two quarts.”“It still sounds like a lot,” she replied.“If it becomes too much, just say so and we’ll stop,” I replied.“I guess that doesn’t sound too bad.”I carried the bowl to the bathroom, dumped its contents and ran the tap. Once the tap water warmed up to slightly above body temperature I filled the bowl to the rim, carried it into the. I assured Patty it was okay and that some of it was probably my fault, but she insisted I take my pants off so we could get them dry. As my jeans began to unzip a thick load of my gravy squirted out onto her fingers as I let another one out; she froze for a second, her face as bright as a tomato, before she continued to undress my lower half. Dropping my clothes to the ground her eyes fell to my dripping cock and something in Patty changed. Her shyness and shame twisted into a hypnotic, almost. I found some old soft cotton sweat-pant shorts which were probably two sizes too small. When I put them on you could clearly see my cock bulging in the soft fabric. I was clearly visible with these shorts. I decided not to wear a T-shirt but just go naked from the waste up. Before I went downstairs I rubbed myself thinking about her t-shirt so I was sporting a really big erection. I was ready to go downstairs.My mother was still working in the kitchen. She was standing on chair and she. He hadn't noticed that in the rampant snogging, his hand had wandered from the small of her back to her fleshy buttocks, oh well, they weren't there now.She held both his hands in front of his chest with one hand, and the other went up his shirt, and stimulated his nipples, one of his many guilty pleasures. Once she was satisfied he was getting pleasure from one stimulation, she'd go onto the next, teasing him in that he never go to appreciate any fully. Then her hand wandered down into his.