”“As I said,” John began, “I was assigned to a group up in the Lakes District. We worked by ourselves, our packages were usually just sent out...without contact from the users. One day we got a notice that an analyst was coming up from London to look at some of our raw data. This was a bit unusual, it sort of smacked of someone thinking we hadn’t gotten it right and they were sending an ADULT to see how the children had messed up. Needless to say, we were not in the best of moods when the analyst. Come on, follow me.," he said, making my face redden again. Howcould he expect my ass to smell good? I was ashamed, but I followed him tothe bathroom, where he searched for a few things in the drawers andstarted explaining: "This is an enema kit. You should always have one ofthese handy if you want guys to fuck your ass for good." My face surelywent red as a tomato, but I concentrated in understanding hisinstructions. It was basically a plastic bag to be filled with warm waterwith some special. Damn, he thought; a guy could lose himself between those fine, firm boobs, and for the first time, let his mind run free with the images that he'd so often crowded into the far corners of his head. Man, oh man! A couple of years ago, his mother had brushed those tits against him, and he'd felt the burning of those heavy nipples right through the thin robe she had been wearing. He had jacked off in the bathroom, ideas running riot in his. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I mean it has to be slick. When I jack off, I usually use my own spit so that it doesn't get chafed." "Oh." she said. "Well, I can fix that". She moved her head over my cock and started to let spit drop from her mouth onto the tip of my head. "Is that enough?" she asked. "Make sure to get it all over. It has to be real slick, sis." I told her. She got enough spit from her mouth to coat my entire dick."It's so big" she said. "Start rubbing it again Jessica. It.
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