She lurched as the cool water entered her bowels. After she had taken about one fourth of the bag, I closed the hose clip. I reached between her leg..., brushing her pussy with my hand, and massaged her distended belly. After I had massaged away her cramps, I opened the hose clip once again. After she took a little more than half the bag, I shut it off again and withdrew the nozzle from her asshole.After 3 minutes I said, “OK hop up on the toilet and expel.” She immediately jumped up and sat. I could feel his dick sliding against my fingers. I twisted, trying to draw a breath as I thrust out, holding him deep, riding the intense feeling higher and higher until I couldn't hold it any longer.God, it was good! I had to hold my tits, I couldn't be touched down there, except I could feel him, so big, so hard, so incredibly fucking hard, and every move sent a shock through me, a huge pulse of pleasure that made me groan in delicious agony.He slowed, his hands loosening. He was gasping, so. Our eldest, now in his mid-twenties, lives and works in London and our two younger children were away at University at that time so Pete and I had been living the life of a couple again for nearly a year before these events took place. It had, I must confess, been a lot of fun being a couple again with evenings out, evenings in, weekends away and, of course, a great deal more sex thanks to vastly improved privacy.Pete’s vasectomy some years ago had helped too, removing the need to worry about. Margaret on the other hand was an extremely attractive outgoing girl, who in her late teens was described then as an 'angry young girl.' With a perfect body to match her good looks, she was a magnet for all kinds of men pursuing her charms. Prostitution seemed the only way out of the misery she lived in, as it was with most young girls. Between that and stealing she often had brushes with the law, that got her sent to reform school, then when she turned 18 to prison. Being raised in her.