She begged him to continue and confessed that she had had fantasies about him. This dated back to when they had gone to the lake and she had seen his ...ig bulge in his Hobie shorts.When Nan asked where her mother was during this, Heather said that Bill had gotten her mom so wasted that she had passed out. Even from her room, she said they could hear her mom's snores.The conversation continued to heat up pretty good and I could tell that Gary and my wife were not unused to sharing "intimate". Only requirement is that you can carry your gear and enter the arena alone. Gnarly.”After a short pause, perhaps to gauge if I was actually paying attention or to take a breath, she continued.“Fights lasts until one participants gives up or kicks the bucket. But, chillax dude our spooky, scary necromancers have you covered. The whole arena is drenched in a Level 3 reviving spell, that will heal all wounds, including a sudden case of mortality, once the battle is concluded. Radical!”“Swagger. His nails dug into my skin and was probably leaving marks, it hurt, but a stinging good sort of contrasting pain, like the rest of my body I am. I screamed, feeling my walls tighten around Justins cock. My body was moved in jerking motions back and forth on the floor, my knees glided against the cold tile but my hands kept steady. My hair was shaking as the force of Justins thrust made my entire body swing slightly forward everytime he hit my deepest spot and my body jerked backwards to meet. First there was the lubricant, which Peter smeared in, on and around my tight virgin sphinxter.Then the nozzle was inserted in my anus. Soon I felt a flood of water passing, filling my bowels.After a few minutes I began to get uncomfortably full, I warned Peter that I couldn't hold any more.He slapped my sore bottom and told me I'd take all that was in the bag. Then he reached underneath me.He massaged my bloated belly until the enema bag was empty. Leaving the nozzle up my asshole andsqueezing.